Unconsciously he held himself straighter, walked with a more elastic step.
In the train he put her through a sort of catechism as to what she did with her days.
Made her dresses, shopped, visited a hospital, played her piano, translated from the French.
She had regular work from a publisher, it seemed, which supplemented her income a little.

She seldom went out in the evening.

"I've been living alone so long, you see, that I don't mind it a bit.

I believe I'm naturally solitary." "I don't believe that," said Jolyon.

"Do you know many people ?" "Very few." At Waterloo they took a hansom, and he drove with her to the door of her mansions.