Adela and Alice sat over against each other; their contrasted appearances were a chapter of social history.

Mark the difference between Adela's gently closed lips, every muscle under control; and Alice's, which could never quite close without forming a saucy pout or a self-conscious primness.
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.