How's one to tell?
But I say that the thing is done now and there's an end of it," said the masculine creature as bluntly as his innate solemnity permitted.
Mrs.Fyne moved a little in her chair.

I turned to her and remarked gently that this was a charge, a criticism, which was often made.

Some people always ask: What could he see in her?
Others wonder what she could have seen in him?
Expressions of unsuitability.
She said with all the emphasis of her quietly folded arms: "I know perfectly well what Flora has seen in my brother." I bowed my head to the gust but pursued my point.
"And then the marriage in most cases turns out no worse than the average, to say the least of it." Mrs.Fyne was disappointed by the optimistic turn of my sagacity.

She rested her eyes on my face as though in doubt whether I had enough femininity in my composition to understand the case.
I waited for her to speak.

She seemed to be asking herself; Is it after all, worth while to talk to that man?
You understand how provoking this was.