He turned, hardly daring to read his own dread in the eyes of Amory.
Amory, as St.George had said, was delicious, especially his drawl; but there were times--now, for example, when all that the eyes of Amory expressed was what his lips framed, _sotto-voce_: "An American heiress, betrothed to the prince of a cannibal island! Wouldn't Chillingworth turn in his grave at his desk ?".