However, at that very moment, he put it on his tongue.

So that she could turn her attention again to Aaron and the imaginary chord on the white damask; the thing she just lived in.

But the rubicund bald colonel, more rubicund after wine, most rubicund now the Marsala was going, snatched her attention with a burly homage to her femininity, and shared his fear with her with a boyish gallantry.
When the women had gone up, Sir William came near and put his hand on Aaron's shoulder.

It was evident the charm was beginning to work.

Sir William was a self-made man, and not in the least a snob.