It was she who encouraged Valentine every now and then by some exclamation of surprise or expression of interest, while Miss Paget herself was thoughtful and silent.
It was not thus that she had hoped to meet Valentine Hawkehurst.

She stole a look at him now and then as he walked by her side.

Yes, it was the old face--the face which would have been so handsome if there had been warmth and life in it, instead of that cold listlessness which repelled all sympathy, and seemed to constitute a kind of mask behind which the real man hid himself.
Diana looked at him, and remembered her parting from him in the chill gray morning on the platform at Foretdechene.

He had let her go out alone into the dreary world to encounter what fate she might, without any more appearance of anxiety than he might have exhibited had she been starting for a summer-day's holiday; and now, after a year of separation, he met her with the same air of unconcern, and could discourse conventional small talk to another woman while she walked by his side.
While Mr.Hawkehurst was talking to Mr.Sheldon's stepdaughter, Captain Paget had contrived to make himself very agreeable to that gentleman himself.

Lord Lytton has said that "there is something strange and almost mesmerical in the _rapport_ between two evil natures.