There was no conversation--only tedious words.

The little party was just commonplace and dull--boring.

Yet Sir William, the self-made man, was a study.

And the young, Oxford-like Major, with his English diffidence and his one dark, pensive, baffled eye was only waiting to be earnest, poor devil.
The girl in white had been a sort of companion to Lady Franks, so that Arthur was more or less a son-in-law.

In this capacity, he acted.