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
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.