She saw through the deception of the piteous wig--the whole art that strove to conceal the sure decay of the body, despite the desperate effort of a mind still fresh and vigorous.
"And I dare say," he said, with a somewhat lame attempt at cynicism, "that you have heard no good of me ?" But Jocelyn would have none of that.

She was no child to be abashed by sarcasm, but a woman, completed and perfected by her love.
"Excuse me," she said sharply; "but that is not the truth, and you know it.

You know as well as I do that your son would never say a word against you." Sir John looked hastily round.

Lady Cantourne had come into the room and was talking to the two young people: Millicent was glancing uneasily over Mr.Grubb's brainless cranium towards them.

Sir John's stiff, unsteady fingers fumbled for a moment round his lips.
"Yes," he said, "I was wrong." "He has always spoken of you with the greatest love and respect," said Jocelyn; "more than that, with admiration.