Half-sister of King Arthur

Usage examples of elaine.

It was an undoubted opportunity for him to put in some disparaging criticism of Comus, and Elaine sat alert in readiness to judge the critic and reserve judgment on the criticised.

Elaine and Comus were indulging themselves in two pennyworths of Park chair, drawn aside just a little from the serried rows of sitters who were set out like bedded plants over an acre or so of turf.

To-day Elaine felt that, without having actually quarrelled, she and Comus had drifted a little bit out of sympathy with one another.

Elaine de Frey had known very clearly what qualities she had wanted in Comus, and she had known, against all efforts at self-deception, that he fell far short of those qualities.

There was balm to Elaine in this reflection, yet it did not wholly suffice to drive out the feeling of pique which Comus had called into being by his slighting view of her as a convenient cash supply in moments of emergency.

Reading the letter again and again Elaine could come to no decision as to whether this was merely a courageous gibe at defeat, or whether it represented the real value that Comus set on the thing that he had lost.

Elaine de Frey and her fortune might have been the making of Comus, but he had hurried in as usual to effect his own undoing.

Elaine was pointed out to her, sitting in the fourth row of the stalls, on the opposite side of the house to where Comus had his seat.

She phoned Stuart and Elaine Duncan, putting off the mid-week invitation to dinner, a coffee morning, and all the others, but assuring them that soon she and Peter would be back into their social routine, his travelling permitting.

Elaine stood in the ball-room surrounded by a laughing jostling throng of pierrots, jockeys, Dresden-china shepherdesses, Roumanian peasant-girls and all the lively make-believe creatures that form the ingredients of a fancy-dress ball.

Charles Brand and his producer Elaine Bedell were flying in to meet with Tribeca president Jane Rosenthal.

Since her last encounter with her wooers, under the cedars in her own garden, Elaine realised that she was either very happy or cruelly unhappy, she could not quite determine which.

Elaine had downloaded some of his audios after work and listened to them for—well, as long as she could stand it—and it was, umm, certainly peaceful.

Or maybe I thought the whole idea up, tracked Balmer down as a necessary accomplice, and Elaine was drawn in later.

Nobody was supposed to know of Sarda's whereabouts except Balmer and Elaine.