A laugh from the Captain sounded as though he laughed from duty, and Mr.Burl was heard to say, 'Not too subtle, old man, you know.' At the third repetition the Captain bellowed satisfaction from a full heart, and Mr.Burl cried, 'Capital!' The country gentlemen could be understood to agree in the commendation.
Whence it was to be inferred that the dance of the cigars was to have a practical result upon the election.
Clarice, however, paid no great attention to the proceedings in the waggonette.

She was almost oblivious to the husband at her side.

The night was about her, cool with soft odours, wrapping her in solitude.
Love at last veritably possessed her, so she believed; it had invaded her last citadel to-night.

That it sat throned on ruins she had no eyes to see.

It sat throned in quiescence, and that was enough.