I hope there is something really substantial for us." "It is less than an hour to dinner," said Sylvia.
She hardly looked at her father.

Somehow she had a feeling that he did not want to meet her eyes.
He sat in almost unbroken silence while she poured out the tea, "for the last time, dear," as her step-mother jocosely remarked, and for his sake alone she exerted herself to make polite conversation with this new mistress of the Manor.
It was not easy, for Mrs.Ingleton did not want to talk upon indifferent subjects.

Her whole attitude was one of unconcealed triumph.

It was obvious that she meant to enjoy her conquest to the utmost.

She was not in the least tired after her journey; she was one of those people who never tire.