The hand I had taken had trembled a little, and in the great dark eyes that had looked steadfastly away to the dead ash I had fancied I had discerned the beginnings of a refusal-a refusal out of mere Customariness and a settled acceptance of our former relation.
"The Debit Account"
Oliver Onions
He was already ransacking the still faintly-perfumed dining-room for matches, and had just succeeded in relighting the still-warm lamp, when he heard her quiet step in the porch, even felt her peering in, in the gloom, with all her years' trickling Customariness behind her, a little dubious of knocking on a wide-open door.
"The Return"
Walter de la Mare