None came; neither anger, nor indignation, nor contempt, not even surprise.

In fact the Old Lady was smiling placidly, as she was wont to smile under the spell of the dream.
Slowly, very slowly, it was dawning upon her that the reproach had been taken away from the memory of Tollington Moon.

Henceforth his niece Miss Quincey would be a gentlewoman at large.

At the same time it struck her that after all poor Juliana did not look so very old.
"Very well then," said she, "if I were you I should put on that nice silk blouse in the evenings.".