He would not admit that he was worsted--would not humble his pride even before the ornaments on the mantelpiece.
Before Millicent came down, looking very fresh and pretty in her tweed dress, the butler had sorted the letters.

There were only two upon her plate--the twin envelopes addressed by different hands.

Sir John was talking with a certain laboured lightness to Lady Cantourne, when that lady's niece came into the room.

He was watching keenly.

There was a certain amount of interest in the question of those two envelopes, as to which she would open first.