Among her pupils, she gave lessons in music at their own house, to the Misses Falkner.
Falkner did not meet him with the customary smile of welcome.
A little bloodletting would do Falkner no harm—or, for the matter of that, either of them.
There was something very appealing about him that Falkner could not fail to discern.
As we waited and still Ivondwe did not reappear, the rest of us began to think that Falkner was right.
Lee made a slight gesture of warning to Falkner, of menace to the others.
Mr. Arnold looked perfectly coolly into Miss Falkner's face.
George looked curiously at Falkner's pale face—it was burning.
"I should not be alive to see it, George," said Falkner gloomily.
If Falkner had been less self-conscious he would have seen it plainly.