As they walked together across the smooth, short grass, a new set of emotions arose in Lawrence's mind which drove out every other.

They were grief, chagrin, and even rage, at not having won this woman.

As to actual speech, there was nothing he could say, although his soul boiled and bubbled within him in his desire to speak.

But if he had anything to say, now was his chance, for he had told them that he would proceed with his journey the next day.
Miss Roberta had a way of looking up, and looking down at the same time, particularly when she had asked a question and was waiting for the answer.

Her face would be turned a little down, but her eyes would look up and give a very charming expression to those upturned eyes; and if she happened to allow the smile, with which she ceased speaking, to remain upon her pretty lips, she generally had an answer of some sort very soon.