Mrs.
Moyat greeted me with her usual negative courtesy.

I do not think that I was a favourite of hers, but whatever her welcome lacked in impressiveness Blanche's made up for.

She kept looking at me as though anxious that I should remember our common secret.

More than once I was almost sorry that I had not let her speak.
"You've had swell callers again," she remarked, as we sat side by side at supper-time.

"A carriage from Rowchester was outside your door when I passed." "Ah, he's a good sort is the Duke," Mr.Moyat declared appreciatively.
"A clever chap, too.