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She stayed to hold her own, sometimes even so her mother thought, not without pathos a little aggressively. Heath's curious and deep reserve, which underlay his apparent quick and sensitive readiness to be sympathetic with those about him, to give them what they wanted of him, was not abated by Charmian's banter, her delicate impertinences, her laughing attacks. Mrs. Mansfield noticed that.
As long as he was in sight she watched him from the window. "He is some great person," she said to Bobby. "Of the aristocracy. I know the manner." "A prince, maybe?" "Perhaps. You in America, you have no such men, I think, such fine soldiers, aristocrats, and yet gentle. The uniform is considered the handsomest in Europe." "Humph!" said Bobby aggressively.
"What do they say?" asked Mr. Flint, leaning forward eagerly and aggressively. Victoria hesitated, turning over the matter in her mind. "You understand, I am merely repeating what they say " "Yes, yes," he interrupted, "I want to know how far this thing has gone among them."
Max turned his head very deliberately and regarded him. His scrutiny was a prolonged one, and Noel finally waxed impatient under it. "Well, what are you staring at me for?" he enquired aggressively. With a sudden movement Max removed his feet from the second chair and sat up. "Sit down there!" he said.
Until you've seen her in Crêpe de Chine you've never seen opera as it ought to be. Millie! Millie!" She went rather aggressively toward Miss Deans, forgetting her calm gown for the moment. So Claude Heath had accepted. Charmian concluded this from Margot Drake's remarks. No doubt Mrs. Shiffney had received his answer that day.
Driving home, we take more special note of what interested us aggressively before, Lord Elgin's residence, the house occupied by the Duke of Kent when a young man in the army here, long I suppose before the throne of England placed itself at the end of his vista.
"I don't care if it is," answered Alf stoutly. "It's nice." "'E likes it because it makes him cry," jeered Stanley. The girl started to play, her back to the congregation. They sang two verses with round mouths, Jerry and Stanley shouting against each other aggressively and wagging their heads. The third verse went less well. There were interruptions. The voices grew ragged.
And yet there was nothing offensive in her attitude, only it had changed, lacked frankness. One afternoon, finding that he could leave the dock early, he made another effort. He stopped before one in a dingy row of small houses, uniformly depressing, in a street that ran into the Commercial Road, and rang the bell, which tinkled aggressively.
"If they ain't diggin' fer gold, then what are they diggin' fer?" he demanded aggressively, and so suddenly that Murphy started. "A-ah, now, I'll tell ye what they're diggin' fer, but it's a secret, mind ye, and ye must nivver spheak a word av it. They're diggin' fer anguintum, me boy.
"You've got the wrong place. There ain't no one of that name here," said the woman. "There ain't! All right," he insisted aggressively, pushing open the door in spite of her. "If you don't let this young lady see her quick, there's trouble coming to you." "Who are you?" asked the woman, impudently, yet showing signs of fear. "Never mind who I am," Mr. Tiernan declared.
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