It was with difficulty that she withdrew her regards from me.
Much conversation passed between her and Welbeck, but I could comprehend no part of it.

I was at liberty to animadvert on the visible part of their intercourse.

I diverted some part of my attention from my own embarrassments, and fixed it on their looks.
In this art, as in most others, I was an unpractised simpleton.

In the countenance of Welbeck, there was somewhat else than sympathy with the astonishment and distress of the lady; but I could not interpret these additional tokens.

When her attention was engrossed by Welbeck, her eyes were frequently vagrant or downcast; her cheeks contracted a deeper hue; and her breathing was almost prolonged into a sigh.