As a rule she tried at least to be politely acquiescent, but now and then something in her revolted.

But John Mark was an artist in choosing remarks and moments which should not be noticed.

Apparently her silence made not even a ripple on the calm surface of his assurance.
He had been so perfectly diplomatic, indeed, during the whole affair, that she had come to respect and fear him more than ever.

Even in that sudden midnight departure from the house in Beekman Place, in that unaccountable panic which made him decide to flee from the vicinity of Ronicky Doone--even in that critical moment he had made sure that there was a proper chaperon with them.

During all her years with him he had always taken meticulous care that she should be above the slightest breath of suspicion--a strange thing when the work to which he had assigned her was considered.
"Well," he asked, "now that you've seen, how do you like it?
If you wish, we'll move today after the ceremony.