Contrast the foreheads; on the one hand that tenderly
shadowed curve of brow, on the other the surface which always seemed
to catch too much of the light, which moved irregularly with the
arches above the eyes. The grave modesty of the one face, the now
petulant, now abashed, now vacant expression of the other. Richard
in his heart preferred the type he had 80 long been familiar with; a
state of feeling of course in no way inconsistent with the emotions
excited in him by continual observation of Adela.
The two returned to the Manor at half-past seven, Alice rising with
evident relief when he gave the signal. It was agreed that the
latter part of the next morning should be spent in going over the
works. Adela was very willing to be of the party.
'They haven't much money, have they?' was Alice's first question as
soon as she got away from the door.
'No, they are not rich,' replied the brother. 'You got on very
nicely, old girl.'
'Why shouldn't I? You talk as if I didn't know how to behave myself,
Dick.'
'No, I don't. I say that you did behave yourself.'
'Yes, and you were surprised at it.'
'I wasn't at all. What do you think of her?'
'She doesn't say much.'
'No, she's always very quiet. It's her way.'
'Yes.'
The monosyllable meant more than Richard gathered from it.
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