Quiet had been everywhere restored, except in Buckingham's heart; he, in his impatience, addressed himself to the princess, in a low
tone of voice: "For Heaven's sake, madame, I implore you to hasten your disembarkation.
'It is not possible, Varden,' said Mr Haredale, in a still lower
tone of voice than he had spoken yet, 'that we have been blinded and deceived by this woman from the beginning?
"You know," said the princess in the same
tone of voice and still in French, turning to a general, "my husband is deserting me?
"You were dancing," remarked Dorothy, in a puzzled
tone of voice.
The attitude was no less familiar to her than the
tone of voice had been.
At this everyone in the Throne Room suddenly became quiet, and the kitten continued, in a calm, mocking
tone of voice:
Sighs and fine words had been given in abundance; but she could hardly devise any set of expressions, or fancy any
tone of voice, less allied with real love.
'I don't think I care to talk about that, if you please,' she would say, and strike the boldest speechless by her unmistakable pain; this upon all topics - dress, pleasure, morality, politics, in which the formula was changed to 'my papa thinks otherwise,' and even religion, unless it was approached with a particular whining
tone of voice. Alexander, the younger brother, was sickly, clever, fond of books and drawing, and full of satirical remarks.
Sophia (who though naturally all winning sweetness could when occasions demanded it call forth the Dignity of her sex) instantly put on a most forbidding look, and darting an angry frown on the undaunted culprit, demanded in a haughty
tone of voice "Wherefore her retirement was thus insolently broken in on?" The unblushing Macdonald, without even endeavouring to exculpate himself from the crime he was charged with, meanly endeavoured to reproach Sophia with ignobly defrauding him of his money .
"You are Barbicane, I suppose?" said Michel Ardan, in a
tone of voice in which he would have addressed a friend of twenty years' standing.
Say, gentle reader, did you ever have a 200-pound woman breathing a flavour of Camembert cheese and Peau d'Espagne pick you up and wallop her nose all over you, remarking all the time in an Emma Eames
tone of voice: "Oh, oo's um oodlum, doodlum, woodlum, toodlum, bitsy- witsy skoodlums?"
These two men were so akin, so near each other, that the slightest gesture, the
tone of voice, told both more than could be said in words.