Women who were uncertain of themselves were not amiably at ease with small social amenities.

Her ingenuous talk and her fervent italics were an absolute delight to the man who was studying her.

He, too, had noticed the carriage of her head Jane Cupp had deplored.
"I should say she was well born," he commented to his wife.

"She holds herself as no common woman could." "Ah! I haven't a doubt that she is well born, poor soul." "No, not 'poor soul.' No woman who is as happy as she is needs pity.
Since she has had time to rest, she looks radiant." In course of time, however, she was less radiant.

Most people know something of waiting for answers to letters written to foreign lands.