"She's not afraid of any one.

We must have patience." "Ah, that's an awful word," Rosier groaned; he was deeply disconcerted.
Oblivious of the customs of good society, he dropped his head into his hands and, supporting it with a melancholy grace, sat staring at the carpet.

Presently he became aware of a good deal of movement about him and, as he looked up, saw Pansy making a curtsey--it was still her little curtsey of the convent--to the English lord whom Mrs.Osmond had introduced..