In the evening Beauty sings to us, and there's beautifully she sings.

You'll be charmed with her voice--sweet, old Welsh airs, you know--" "Hush, Gwen; stop that chatter.

I want to ask Mr.Wynne something about Dr.Belton." "Oh, papa! all the way from the station, and you didn't ask him about Dr.Belton!" Cardo was thankful to have to talk to Colonel Meredith, for it enabled him to turn his head aside, though still he was conscious of that white figure opposite him, with the golden head and the deep blue eyes.
She had regained her composure, and was talking calmly to the curate, who was laying before her his plans for a Sunday school treat.

It is one of the bitter trials of humanity that it has to converse about trifles while the heart is breaking.

If only the tortured one could rush away to some lonely moor, there to weep and wail to his heart's content, the pain would not be so insufferable; but in life that cannot be, and Valmai smiled and talked platitudes with a martyr's patience.
In the drawing-room, after dinner, she buried herself in the old, red arm-chair, setting herself to endure her misery to the bitter end.
When Cardo entered with Colonel Meredith, Cecil, and the curate, she had passed from agonised suffering to the cold insensibility of a stone.