You don't know a woman until you have a letter from her.
She suspected him of infidelity, with and without reason, morning, noon and night.
Before he left, Aunt William pressed a sovereign into his hand guiltily, as if it were conscience money. He, on his side, took it as though it were a doctor's fee, and both ignored the transaction.
He seemed at ease and to have the look of the last gentleman in Europe.