And presently she found a strange sadness in the eyes, something that lurked behind all that he did and all that he was, some shadow over the spirit.

It was even more apparent when he smiled.
As she was conscious of this new reading of him, a motion arrested her glance, a quick lifting of the head to one side, as though the mind had suddenly been struck by an idea, the glance flying upward in abstracted questioning.

This she had seen in her husband, too, the same brisk lifting of the head, the same quick smiling.

Yet this face, unlike Eglington's, expressed a perfect single-mindedness; it wore the look of a self-effacing man of luminous force, a concentrated battery of energy.
Since she had last seen him every sign of the provincial had vanished.
He was now the well-modulated man of affairs, elegant in his simplicity of dress, with the dignified air of the intellectual, yet with the decision of a man who knew his mind.
Lord Windlehurst was leaving.

Now David and she were alone.