Certain she was that some of the things which had kept his years from being hard, cruel, and lonely were in the category for disapproval.

But he managed them so well; one could not but admire his deftness, and admiration was weakening to disapproval.

One disapproved of things which offended one, and in this instance the results of the things one knew one should disapprove were so far from offensive that one let it go at smiling knowingly, mildly disapproving of one's self for not disapproving.
Ann had not responded enthusiastically to Katie's drawing of Major Darrett.

She had not seemed to grasp the idea that much was forgiven the very charming; that ordinary standards were not rigidly applied to the extraordinarily fascinating.

When Katie was laughingly telling of one of the Major's most interesting flirtations Ann's eyes had seemed to crouch back in that queer way they had.