"My Lord Dunstanwolde is always gracious and warm of heart to his kinsman," he replied.

"Do not let him think me discourteous or ungrateful.

In truth, your ladyship, I am neither the one nor the other." The eyes of each gazed into the other's steadfastly and gravely.

The Duke of Osmonde thought of Juno's as he looked at hers; they were of such velvet, and held such fathomless deeps.
"Your Grace is not so free as lesser men," Clorinda said.

"You cannot come and go as you would." "No," he answered gravely, "I cannot, as I would." And this was all.
It having been known by all the world that, despite her beauty and her conquests, Mistress Clorinda Wildairs had not smiled with great favour upon Sir John Oxon in the country, it was not wondered at or made any matter of gossip that the Countess of Dunstanwolde was but little familiar with him and saw him but rarely at her house in town.
Once or twice he had appeared there, it is true, at my Lord Dunstanwolde's instance, but my lady herself scarce seemed to see him after her first courtesies as hostess were over.
"You never smiled on him, my love," Dunstanwolde said to his wife.