Though Bellamy was doing his utmost to be entertaining, her eyes seemed to travel every now and then over his head and out of the room.

Wherever her thoughts were, one could be very sure that they were not fixed upon the subject under discussion.
"She is like that when she sings," Laverick remarked.

"She has none of the vivacity of the Frenchwomen.

Yet there was never anything so graceful in the world as the way she moves about the stage." "If I were a man," Zoe sighed, "that is the sort of woman I would die for." "If you were a man," he replied, "you would probably find some one whom you preferred to live for.

Do you know, you are rather a morbid sort of person, Miss Zoe ?" "Ah, I like that!" she declared.