He folded Adela in one arm, and framed her chin in his fingers: marks of affection dear to her before she had outgrown them.
"So!" he said, "you've given up Besworth, have you ?" At the name, Arabella and Cornelia drew nearer to his chair.
"Given up Besworth, papa?
It is not we who have given it up," said Adela.
"Yes, you have; and quite right too.

You say, 'What's the use of it, for that's a sort of thing that always goes to the son.'" "You suppose, papa, that we indulge in ulterior calculations ?" came from Cornelia.
"Well, you see, my love!--no, I don't suppose it at all.

But to buy a place and split it up after two or three years--I dare say they wouldn't insure me for more, that's nonsense.

And it seems unfair to you, as you must think--" "Darling papa! we are not selfish!" it rejoiced Adela to exclaim.
His face expressed a transparent simple-mindedness that won the confidence of the ladies and awakened their ideal of generosity.
"I know what you mean, papa," said Arabella.

"But, we love Besworth; and if we may enjoy the place for the time that we are all together, I shall think it sufficient.