Mrs.Fotheringham, on the other hand, who came up occasionally to the circle, listened and went away again, was clearly seething with suppressed wrath, and had to be restrained once or twice by her brother from interfering, in a tone which would at once have put an end to a duel he himself only wished to prolong.
Mr.Ferrier perceived her annoyance, and smiled over it.

In spite of his long friendship with the family, Isabel Fotheringham was no favorite with the great man.

She had long seemed to him a type--a strange and modern type--of the feminine fanatic who allows political difference to interfere not only with private friendship but with the nearest and most sacred ties; and his philosopher's soul revolted.

Let a woman talk politics, if she must, like this eager idealist girl--not with the venom and gall of the half-educated politician.

"As if we hadn't enough of that already!" Other spectators paid more frivolous visits to the scene.