His face was bovine, and in the heat of summer apt to be shiny.

No one would attribute an inner meaning to a stout person thus outwardly brilliant.

Mrs.St.Pierre Lawrence appeared to be mollified, and turned toward the house with a gesture inviting him to walk with her.
"I will be frank with you," she said.

"I telegraphed to tell you that the Villa Cordouan is for the moment unfortunately filled with guests." "What matter?
I will go to the hotel.

In fact, I told the driver of my carriage to wait for further orders.