The fact that she had spent a good many hours of most of her young days in reflecting on her ill-luck had left its traces on her face, particularly in the depths of her slow-moving, black eyes.
They had come, it appeared, in the course of duty, to pay their respects to the woman who was to be their destruction.

To have neglected to do so would have made them seem to assume an indiscreet attitude towards the marriage.
"They can't like it, of course," Lady Maria summed them up afterwards, "but they have made up their minds to lump it as respectably as possible." "I am _so_ sorry for them," said Emily.
"Of course you are.

And you will probably show them all sorts of indiscreet kindnesses, but don't be too altruistic, my good Emily.

The man is odious, and the girl looks like a native beauty.

She rather frightens me." "I don't think Captain Osborn is odious," Emily answered.