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The first glance was admiration alone, the second brought a thrill of something uncomfortably like fear, for to the most unsuperstitious of minds there was still something unpleasantly eerie in this unexpected apparition.
Of course they were ladies by birth and education, else they would certainly not have been admitted to so select a seminary; but whereas the rest of the pupils might be said more or less to study, and improve, and have their being in a milk and biscuit atmosphere, Hal and Lorraine were quite uncomfortably more like champagne and good, honest, frothing beer.
After two days we were called on board, and soon set sail for sea again; and now, as we approached the equator, it became uncomfortably warm and an awning was put over the upper deck.
Stackpole was entertaining himself with a long dissertation upon the affairs of America, past, present, and future. It was a favourite subject; Mr. Stackpole always seemed to have more complacent enjoyment of his easy chair when he could succeed in making every American in the room sit uncomfortably.
But, Paul, at Southend it isn't a hundred miles across to the other side of the river. You must admit that. But you will be a better guide than Mrs Pipkin. You would not have taken me to Southend when I expressed a wish for the ocean; would you? Let it be Lowestoft. Is there an hotel? 'A small little place. 'Very small? uncomfortably small? But almost any place would do for me.
Not a ripple could be seen down the Chesapeake, and the locusts and pines along the shore were shuddering uncomfortably with the heat of a July afternoon, hidden halfway to their tops in the summer haze. What was to be done?
Stowed away in his safe inside pocket was fully two thousand dollars, and inasmuch as gold is the "coin of the realm" in California, as well as in Alaska, the funds were in shining eagles and half eagles rather bulky of themselves, but not uncomfortably so. The experience of McCabe and Jeff prevented any mistake in providing their outfit.
Mrs Fanshawe paused with her hand on the coffee-pot, to ask a pointed question "Have you also known this man under his false name, may I ask?" Claire flushed uncomfortably. "I met him twice. Only twice. For a very short time." Mrs Fanshawe did not speak, but she arched her eyebrows in a fashion which was more scorching than words.
He returned the greeting mechanically, then, seeing who it was, let fall his playthings and stared solemnly at the disturber. Iskender became uncomfortably conscious of his festive raiment, more especially of the umbrella, which seemed to fascinate Mîtri.
The count glanced significantly at his wife. She came forward and laid her hand on the child's shoulder. "Come, Caroline. Come, Marie," she said. "Later, Herr Schubert, I shall have the pleasure of thanking you." She swept from the room. The three men remained, looking a little uncomfortably toward the closed door. The count shrugged his shoulders and glanced at the musician.
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