He had only just appeared, and looked what he felt--a wreck.

She was interested in some news in the Sunday papers, which had arrived; and in short, not a soul guessed how her gentle being was uplifted, and her tender heart beating with this, the first real emotion she had ever experienced.
Even the Crow, so thrilled with his interest in the bridal pair, had not scented anything unusual in his hostess's attitude towards one of her guests.
"I think Mr.Markrute is awfully attractive, don't you, Crow ?" said Lady Anningford, as they started for their walk.

To go to Lynton Heights after lunch on Sunday was almost an invariable custom at Montfitchet.

"I can't say what it is, but it is something subtle and extraordinary, like that in his niece--what do you think ?" Colonel Lowerby paused, struck from her words by the fact that he had been too preoccupied to have noticed this really interesting man.
"Why, 'pon my soul--I haven't thought!" he said, "but now you speak of it, I do think he is a remarkable chap." "He is so very quiet," Lady Anningford went on, "and, whenever he speaks, it is something worth listening to; and if you get on any subject of books, he is a perfect encyclopaedia.

He gives me the impression of all the forces of power and will, concentrated in a man.