She had apprehended almost instantaneously that whatever their motives were underneath, her future husband's family were going to act the part of receiving her for herself.

It was a little ridiculous, but very well bred, and she must fall in with it when with them collectively like this.
Before they had finished the soup the Duke was saying to himself that she was the most attractive creature he had ever met in his life, and no wonder Tristram was mad about her; for Tristram's passionate admiration to-night could not have been mistaken by a child! And yet Zara had never smiled, but that once--in the drawing-room.
Lady Ethelrida from where she sat could see her face through a gap in the flowers.

The financier had ordered a tall arrangement on purpose: if Zara by chance should look haughtily indifferent it were better that her expression should escape the observation of all but her nearest neighbors.

However, Lady Ethelrida just caught the picture of her through an oblique angle, against a background of French panelling.
And with her quiet, calm judgment of people she was wondering what was the cause of that strange look in her eyes?
Was it of a stag at bay?
Was it temper, or resentment, or only just pain?
And Tristram had said their color was slate gray; for her part she saw nothing but pools of jet ink! "There is some tragic story hidden here," she thought, "and Tristram is too much in love to see it." But she felt rather drawn to her new prospective cousin, all the same.
Francis Markrute seemed perfectly happy--his manner as a host left nothing to be desired; he did not neglect the uninteresting aunt, who formed golden opinions of him; but he contrived to make Lady Ethelrida feel that he wished only to talk to her; not because she was an attractive, young woman, but because he was impressed with her intelligence, in the abstract.

It made things very easy.
The Duke asked Zara if she knew anything about English politics.
"You will have to keep Tristram up to the mark," he said, "he has done very well now and then, but he is a rather lazy fellow." And he smiled.
"'Tristram,'" she thought.