The light of quiet, proprietary affection shone in her calm grey eyes, decorously illumining her features slightly reddened by the wind.

And the husband looked back at her, calm, practical, protecting.

They were very much alike.

So doubtless he looked when he presented himself in snowy shirt-sleeves for her to straighten the bow of his white tie; so nightly she would look, standing before the full-length mirror, fixing his gifts upon her bosom.
Calm, proprietary, kind! He passed them and walked behind a second less distinguished couple, who manifested a mutual dislike as matter-of-fact and free from nonsense as the unruffled satisfaction of the first; this dislike was just as healthy, and produced in Shelton about the same sensation.

It was like knocking at a never-opened door, looking at a circle--couple after couple all the same.