It was difficult to discover any argument against it.
He seemed to be more interested in looking at her when he thought she was not noticing.

That little faint vague fear came back to her and stayed with her, but brought no quickening of her pulse.

It was a fear of something ugly.

She had the feeling they were both acting, that everything depended upon their not forgetting their parts.

In handing things to one another, they were both of them so careful that their hands should not meet and touch.
They walked together back to Westminster and wished each other a short good-night upon what once had been their common doorstep.