Mrs.Carr had kept up an appearance, too, she reflected, but, like the old maids on the floor above, she had kept it up even to herself.

Perhaps the difference lay in the immense gulf which divided the appearance of Hill Street from the appearance of the East Fifties.

Mrs.Fowler was obliged by the public opinion she obeyed to appear affluent, while Mrs.Carr was merely constrained not to appear destitute.

On the whole Gabriella felt that she preferred the safe middle distance between the two exacting standards of living.
But, though she might disapprove of her mother-in-law's philosophy, there was no question about her fervent admiration for her disposition.
It was Mrs.Fowler's habit to appear "sweet," and never once did Gabriella see her lose her temper, never once, no matter how hard the day or how exasperating the accounts, did she show so much as a passing hint of irritability.

Her temper was so angelic that it was the more surprising George should not have inherited a trace of it.
If George had not inherited his mother's nature, he revealed, as time went on, even less resemblance to the perfect reasonableness of his father's temperament.