From her father Sarah had inherited her colouring, her short nose, and her unfailing good spirits.
"I would have come over to welcome you," he said, shaking Peter's hand cordially, "only when I came home there was all the upset of Lady Tintern's arrival, and half a hundred things to be done to make her sufficiently comfortable.

And then I would have come to fetch Sarah after dinner, only I couldn't be sure she mightn't have started; and if I'd gone down by the road, ten to one she'd have come up by the path through the woods.

So I just sat down and smoked my pipe, and waited for her to come back.

You'll stay to lunch, eh, Peter ?" "I must get back to my mother, sir," said Peter.

His respect for Sarah's father, who had once commanded a cavalry regiment, had increased a thousand-fold since he last saw Colonel Hewel.