We believed her to be dying, and now I have hopes that she will live ever so many years longer.' He spoke of his mother with evident affection, glancing kindly towards her with his blue eyes.
Only once or twice had Monica ventured to exchange a glance with her husband.

It satisfied her that he managed to converse; what his mood really was could not be determined until afterwards.

When they were about to leave she saw him, to her surprise, speaking quite pleasantly with Mr.Bevis.A carriage was procured to convey them home, and as soon as they had started, Monica asked her husband, with a merry look, how he had enjoyed himself.
'There is not much harm in it,' he replied dryly.
'Harm?
How like you, Edmund, to put it that way! Now confess you will be glad to go again.' 'I shall go if you wish.' 'Unsatisfactory man! You can't bring yourself to admit that it was pleasant to be among new people.

I believe, in your heart, you think all enjoyment is wrong.

The music was nice, wasn't it ?' 'I didn't think much of the girl's singing, but that fellow Bevis wasn't bad.' Monica examined him as he spoke, and seemed to suppress a laugh.
'No, he wasn't at all bad.