Just at first they produced no other effect in her save that evidenced by the gently upraised eyebrows, the sweetly tolerant smile.
And then a sudden cloud, scarcely of discomfiture, certainly not of displeasure, more of unrest, swept across her face.

Her eyes no longer met his so clearly and frankly.

There was a little mist there and a silence.

She was looking away through the windows to the dim, pearly line of blue, the actual horizon of things present.

Her pulses were scarcely steady.