They gave the face its look of absence, of dreaming awkwardness.

They had the depth of a hazy sky at times, then cleared to a coldly lucid glance that would see nothing ever to fear, within or without; that would hide no falseness nor yet be deceived by any--a deadly half-shut, appraising coolness that would know false from true, even though they mated amicably and distractingly in one mind.
The effect of this glance which she found upon herself from time to time was to make Nancy suspect herself--to question her motives and try her defenses.

To her amazement she found these latter weak under Bernal's gaze, and there grew in her a tender remorse for the injustice she had done her husband.

From little pricking suspicions on the first day she came on the last to conviction.

It seemed that being with Bernal had opened her eyes to Allan's worth.