suavities

The two women were perfectly conscious of reciprocal dislike, but they smothered the feeling beneath conventional suavities.

New Grub Street 2003

Just as the exquisite sea-anemones and all the graceful ocean-flowers die out at some fathoms below the surface, the elegances and suavities of life die out one by one as we sink through the social scale.

The Atlantic Monthly, Volume 03, No. 20, June, 1859 Various

First families are often very agreeable, undeniably respectable, fearfully virtuous, and it takes great faith to resist an evil principle which incarnates itself in the suavities of their breeding and amiability; and therefore it was that Mrs. Scudder felt her heart heavy within her, and could with a very good grace have joined in the Doctor's

The Atlantic Monthly, Volume 03, No. 20, June, 1859 Various

Murray Bradshaw was surprised and confounded at the easy way in which she received his compliments, and played with his advances, after the fashion of the trained ball-room belles, who know how to be almost caressing in manner, and yet are really as far off from the deluded victim of their suavities as the topmost statue of the Milan cathedral from the peasant that kneels on its floor.

The Atlantic Monthly, Volume 20, No. 118, August, 1867 Various

Under all his gentle suavities there was a fixed, inflexible will, a calm self-restraint, and a composed philosophical measurement of others, that fitted him to bear despotic rule over an impulsive, unguarded nature.

The Atlantic Monthly, Volume 04, No. 22, August, 1859 Various

Hollister failed to reckon with the suavities of international diplomacy, with the forces of commercialism in relation to the markets of the world.

The Hidden Places Bertrand W. Sinclair 1926

Over Charity's shoulder and through the spray of the goura on her hat he saw Kedzie sharp and stark, her suavities of line and the milk-smooth fabric of her envelope.

We Can't Have Everything Rupert Hughes 1914

Even Mrs. Dyckman was afraid of Mrs. Abby, who lacked the suavities of Wotton.

We Can't Have Everything Rupert Hughes 1914

She remembered her contemptuous silence before Stillman's obvious suavities, the high, assured laugh which his companion, Mrs. Condor, threw out to meet his quiet sallies, the ruffling satisfaction of her mother, chattering on irrelevantly, but with the undisguised purpose of creating

The Blood Red Dawn Charles Caldwell Dobie 1912

She yearned to give him what he had never had, -- pleasure, joy, the soft suavities of life, what she had had always.

Together Robert Herrick 1903