The wretched, half-formed suspicion that there was something hidden beneath Philippa's manner still pursued him; he wanted to see if she was the same to him.
There was indeed no perceptible difference.

She leaned back in her favorite chair with an air of relief, as though she were tired of visitors.
"Now let us talk about the _fete_, Norman," she said.

"You are the only one I care to talk with about my neighbors." So for half an hour they discussed the _fete_, the dresses, the music, the different flirtations--Philippa in her usual bright, laughing, half-sarcastic fashion, with the keen sense of humor that was peculiar to her.

Lord Arleigh could not see that there was any effort in her conversation; he could not see the least shadow on her brightness; and at heart he was thankful.
When he was going away, she asked him about riding on the morrow just as usual.

He could not see the slightest difference in her manner.