Neither was his expression prepossessing.

He looked at her as a man looks upon the thing he hates.
"So, Elizabeth," he said, "this pleasure has come at last!" "I heard that you were back in England," she replied.

"Pray sit down." Even then her eyes never left his.

All the time they seemed to be fiercely questioning, seeking for something in his features which eluded them.

It was terrible to see the change which the last few minutes had wrought in her.