That it could deepen into anger or any extreme of defiance, and that it must change in that direction when it changed at all, would have been its peculiar impression upon most observers.

It was dressed and trimmed into no ceremony of expression.
Although not an open face, there was no pretence in it.

'I am self-contained and self-reliant; your opinion is nothing to me; I have no interest in you, care nothing for you, and see and hear you with indifference'-- this it said plainly.

It said so in the proud eyes, in the lifted nostril, in the handsome but compressed and even cruel mouth.
Cover either two of those channels of expression, and the third would have said so still.

Mask them all, and the mere turn of the head would have shown an unsubduable nature.
Pet had moved up to her (she had been the subject of remark among her family and Mr Clennam, who were now the only other occupants of the room), and was standing at her side.
'Are you'-- she turned her eyes, and Pet faltered--'expecting any one to meet you here, Miss Wade ?' 'I?
No.' 'Father is sending to the Poste Restante.