Not as those foolish, innocent country-girls of the small village did she look into them, to be fascinated and bewildered, but to sound them with a calm, steadfast purpose.

"A gentleman," she said to herself, as she read his expression and his features with a woman's rapid, but exhausting glance.
"A lady," he said to himself, as he met her questioning look,--so brief, so quiet, yet so assured, as of one whom necessity had taught to read faces quickly without offence, as children read the faces of parents, as wives read the faces of hard-souled husbands.

All this was but a few seconds' work, and yet the main point was settled.

If there had been any vulgar curiosity or coarseness of any kind lurking in his expression, she would have detected it.

If she had not lifted her eyes to his face so softly and kept them there so calmly and withdrawn them so quietly, he would not have said to himself, "She is a LADY," for that word meant a good deal to the descendant of the courtly Wentworths and the scholarly Langdons.
"There are strange people everywhere, Mr.Langdon," she said, "and I don't think our schoolroom is an exception.