Moreover, old Lady Nunnely eyed her stonily from her great chair by the fireside. Her gaze said, "This woman is not of mine or my daughters' kind. I object to her as my son's wife."
Her son, catching the look, read its meaning. He grew alarmed. What he so wished to win there was danger he might lose. He must make haste.

Moreover, old Lady Nunnely eyed her stonily from her great chair. Her gaze said, "This woman is not of my kind. I object to her as my son's wife."
Her son, catching the look, read its meaning. He grew alarmed: he must make haste.
