She sat leaning forward, looking out at the mountains with steady eyes that had a half-smile in them.

Her attitude was reposeful and her face quiet; but there was something in both that faintly suggested a decided character.
"I don't think I'm readily disturbed," she said.
"No," answered her companion reflectively, "but the disturbance will no doubt come.

You're in harmony with the key-tone of this valley; but too much serenity isn't good for me; and it's probable that nobody ever retains it very long.

There's always the disturbing element in a world that's full of men.

It was, as I remarked, man who brought trouble into Paradise." Miss Kinnaird was addicted to talking a good deal of nonsense, and she frequently wearied her listeners; but there was a certain shrewdness in her, and at times she got near the truth.