It is well.

I have monopolized your attention too long." Calmly and coldly he spoke, and the warm light of his eye went out like lightning, leaving the cloud gloom behind it.

I was about to ask him to lead me back to his mother, in a tone as cold and altered as his own, when I saw her approaching us with a lady whom I had observed at the chapel; for her large, black eyes seemed magnetizing me, whenever I met their gaze.

She was tall, beyond the usual height of her sex, finely formed, firm and compact as a marble pillar.

A brow of bold expansion, features of the Roman contour, clearly cut and delicately marked; an expression of recklessness, independence, and self-reliance were the most striking characteristics of the young lady, whom Mrs.Linwood introduced as Miss Melville, the daughter of an early friend of hers.
"Miss Margaret Melville," she repeated, looking at her son, who stood, leaning with an air of stately indifference against a pillar of the piazza.