Kenneth was sulking 'neath the fresh ill-usage--as he deemed it--that he had suffered at Cynthia's hands.
Cynthia, in her turn, was grave and silent.

That story of Sir Crispin's sufferings gave her much to think of, as did also his departure, and more than once did Galliard find her eyes fixed upon him with a look half of pity, half of some other feeling that he was at a loss to interpret.

Gregory's big voice was little heard.

The sinister glitter in his brother's eye made him apprehensive and ill at ease.

For him the hour was indeed in travail and like to bring forth strange doings--but not half so much as it was for Crispin and Joseph, each bent upon forcing matters to a head ere they quitted that board.