She was a woman, after all, to be counted on in one's plans.
But he was most conscious that his affection for her had warmed.

A slight embarrassment was commingled with the knowledge, but that was the natural result of his dislike to the sentimental.

He had never felt a shadow of sentiment for Audrey, who had been an extremely light, dry, empty-headed person, and he had always felt she had been adroitly thrust upon him by their united families.

He had not liked her, and she had not liked him.

It had been very stupidly trying.