'She detests our advanced views.' 'Rather, I know nothing of them,' the girl replied.

The quiet air with which she expressed her indifference evinced a measure of spiritual pride rather in excess of that she was wont to show.

Indeed, her manner throughout the conversation was a little distant to both her companions.
If she jested with Wilfrid it was with the idleness of one condescending to subjects below the plane of her interests.

To her aunt she was rather courteous than affectionate.
Whilst they still sat over tea, Mr.Baxendale came in.

Like his wife, he was of liberal proportions, and he had a face full of practical sagacity; if anything, he looked too wide awake, a fault of shrewd men, constitutionally active, whose imagination plays little part in their lives.