When she was alone, her vivacity subsided.

She went slowly to the window, and gazed disparagingly at the landscape.

Once, when a sound of voices above reached her, her eyes brightened, and her ready lip moved; but the next silent moment she relapsed into moody indifference, which was not relieved until her two companions, looking very serious, re-entered.
"Well," she said gaily, "has moral force been applied?
Are you going to the Recording Angel ?" "Hush, Agatha," said Miss Carpenter.

"You ought to be ashamed of yourself." "No, but you ought, you goose.

A nice row you have got me into!" "It was your own fault.