She seemed to accept the saturnine-looking men, the political women, who all spoke a language not their own, with an accent and a fluency, and a dangerous far-away smile and a display of questionable teeth all their own.

She seemed to class the political with the pious, the obvious adventurer with the seeming fanatic.

It was amazing to me to see her there, standing with her county family self-possession in the midst of so much that was questionable.

She offered me no explanation; I had to find one for myself.
We stood and talked in the centre of the room.

It did not seem a place in which one _could_ sit.
"Why have you never been to see me ?" she asked languidly.