How a brilliant and beautiful girl could have committed this rashness, was the perplexing riddle: the knottier because the man was idle: and Diana had ambition; she despised and dreaded idleness in men.

Empty of inhabitants even to the ghost! Both human and spiritual were wanting.

The mind contemplating him became reflectively stagnant.
I must not be unjust! Lady Dunstane hastened to exclaim, at a whisper that he had at least proved his appreciation of Tony; whom he preferred to call Diana, as she gladly remembered: and the two were bound together for a moment warmly by her recollection of her beloved Tony's touching little petition: 'You will invite us again ?' and then there had flashed in Tony's dear dark eyes the look of their old love drowning.

They were not to be thought of separately.

She admitted that the introduction to a woman of her friend's husband is crucially trying to him: he may well show worse than he is.