As she passed into the house she had held her head high, with an air of flinging back the tragic gloom like a veil from her face.
She was not a woman to trail a tragedy up and down the staircase.

Above all, he could trust her trained loyalty to convention.
The servants threw open two doors on the ground floor, and stood back expectant.

On such an occasion it was proper to look pleased and to give praise.

Anne was fine in her observance of each propriety as she looked into the rooms prepared for her.

The house in Prior Street had not lost its simple old-world look in beautifying itself for the bride.