With the heat of going on in your own veins, the sight of one who has no further go strikes chill to the heart.

And so, while uncertain whether she quite trusted him or not, Damaris--until the unlucky running away episode--had taken increasing pleasure in this new cousin's company.

It both interested and diverted her.

She had not only felt ready to talk to him; but,--surprising inclination!--once the ice of her natural reserve broken, to talk to him about herself.
Half-shyly she dwelt upon his personal appearance .-- A fine head and clever face, the nose astute, slightly Jewish in type, so she thought.
His eyes were disappointing, too thickly brown in colour, too opaque.
They told you nothing, were indeed curiously meaningless; and, though well set under an ample brow, were wanting in depth and softness owing to scantiness of eyelash.

But his chin satisfied her demands.