In her sweet childish manner Guy Trevelyan found much to admire.

The firm, steady gaze of her deep blue eyes had a power to rivet the attention of the beholder, that puzzled him.

He knew from the calm and earnest tenor of his sister's manner that her heart was unfettered by any deeper attachment than those of family ties.

In the bitterness of his feelings he thanked Heaven for this fond assurance, fervently praying that the love of his pet sister would never be given where it would never be returned.
He now listened with eager curiosity to the affairs of Lady Rosamond.
Her husband had indeed, when too late, listened to her urgent admonitions.

He had resigned his seat in parliament when his physical powers were a mere wreck of his former self.