You've only one link with the Brooks, but that link is golden.

How can we, all of us, by this time, not have grasped and admired the beauty of your feeling for Lady Julia?
There it is--I make you wince: to speak of it is to profane it.

Let us by all means not speak of it then, but let us act on it." He had at last turned his face from her, and it now took in, from the vantage of his high position, only the loveliness of the place and the hour, which included a glimpse of Lord Petherton and little Aggie, who, down in the garden, slowly strolled in familiar union.

Each had a hand in the other's, swinging easily as they went; their talk was evidently of flowers and fruits and birds; it was quite like father and daughter.
One could see half a mile off in short that THEY weren't flirting.

Our friend's bewilderment came in odd cold gusts: these were unreasoned and capricious; one of them, at all events, during his companion's pause, must have roared in his ears.