There had been no announcement of their coming.
She did not even know that they were in England.
"Papa!" she cried, and then held out her hand and greeted him; coldly enough, as it seemed to Charlotte, who fancied that any kind of _real_ father must be very dear.
But Captain Paget was not to be satisfied by that cold greeting.

It suited his purpose to be especially paternal on this occasion.

He drew his daughter to his breast, and embraced her affectionately, very much to that young lady's surprise.
Then, having abandoned himself entirely for the moment to this tender impulse of paternity, he suddenly put his daughter aside, as if he had all at once remembered his duty to society, drew himself up stiffly, and saluted Miss Halliday and George Sheldon with uncovered head.
"Mr.Sheldon, I believe ?" he murmured.
"George Sheldon," answered that gentleman; "my brother Philip is in the drawing-room yonder, looking at us." Philip Sheldon came out into the garden as George said this, It was one of those sultry evenings on which the most delightful of gothic villas is apt to be too stifling for endurance; and in most of the prim suburban gardens there were people lounging listlessly among the flower-beds.

Mr.Sheldon came to look at this patrician stranger who had just embraced his daughter's companion; whereupon Captain Paget introduced himself and his friend Mr.Hawkehurst.After the introduction Mr.Sheldon and the Captain fell into an easy conversation, while the two girls walked slowly along the gravel pathway with Valentine by their side, and while George loitered drearily along, chewing the stalk of a geranium, and pondering the obscure reminiscences of the last oldest inhabitant whose shadowy memories he had evoked in his search after new links in the chain of the Haygarths.
The two girls walked in the familiar schoolgirl fashion of Hyde Lodge, Charlotte's arm encircling the waist of her friend.

They were both dressed in white muslin, and looked very shadowy and sylph-like in the summer dusk.