She looked at the new-comer with listless indifference, spoke a few words of greeting with cold apathy, and then retreated to another window, and bent her eyes on her book.
Captain Danton returned just as the dinner-bell was ringing; and his welcome made up in cordiality what his daughter's lacked.

He, too, had changed.

His florid face had lost much of its colour, and was grown thin, and his eyes were ever wandering, with a look of mournful tenderness, to his pale daughter.
They were all rather silent.

Grace and her brother and the Captain talked in a desultory sort of way during dinner; but Kate never spoke, except when directly addressed, and silence was Eeny's forte.

She sat down to the piano after dinner, according to her invariable custom, but not to sing.