He said, among other things--" But Farron, it appeared, was not exclusively interested in the words of Mathilde's visitor; for at this instant, perceiving that his wife had disengaged herself from her veil, he sat up, caught her to him, and pressed his lips to hers.
"O Adelaide!" he said, and it seemed to her he spoke with a sort of agony.
She held him away from her.
"Vincent, what is it ?" she asked.
"What is what ?" "Is anything wrong ?" "Between us ?" Oh, she knew that method of his, to lead her on to make definite statements about impressions of which nothing definite could be accurately said.
"No, I won't be pinned down," she said; "but I feel it, the way a rheumatic feels it, when the wind goes into the east." He continued to look at her gravely; she thought he was going to speak when a knock came at the door.

It was Pringle announcing the visit of Mr.Lanley.
Adelaide rose slowly to her feet, and, walking to her husband's dressing-table, repinned her hat, and caught up the little stray locks which grew in deep, sharp points at the back of her head.
"You'll come down, too ?" she said.
Farron was looking about for his coat, and as he put it on he observed dryly: "The young man is seeing all the family." "Oh, he won't mind," she answered.

"He probably hasn't the slightest wish to see Mathilde alone.

They both struck me as sorry when I left them; they were running down.

You can't imagine, Vin, how little romance there is among all these young people." "They leave it to us," he answered.