Mr.Manley could not see that the grave fellow could do any harm by his questions, or, for that matter, any good.
He finished his breakfast and lighted his pipe.

Elizabeth Twitcher came to tell him that Lady Loudwater was dressed.

He told her to tell her that he would like to see her, and followed her up the stairs.

The maid went into Lady Loudwater's sitting-room, came out, and ushered him into it.
His strong sense of the fitness of things caused him to enter the room slowly, with an air grave to solemnity.

Olivia greeted him with a faint, rather forced smile.
He thought that she was paler than usual, and lacked something of her wonted charm.