His name was so painfully familiar, so consistently abused, that it was hard to refrain from curiosity.

Lady Manorwater, an ancient ally, greeted him effusively, and Alice cast shy glances at this strong man with the kind smile and awkward manners.

The truth is that Wratislaw was acutely nervous.

With Mr.Stocks alone was he at his ease.

He shook his hand heartily, declared himself delighted to meet him again, and looked with such manifest favour on this opponent that the gentleman was cast into confusion.
"I must talk shop," cried Lady Manorwater when they were seated at table.