The little thing was a beauty, certainly.

Easy to see what had attracted William Farrell! An uncommon type--and a very artistic type; none of your milk-maids.

She supposed before long William would be proposing to draw her--hm!--with the husband away?
It was to be hoped some watch-dog would be left.

William was a good fellow--no real malice in him--had never _meant_ to injure anybody, that she knew of--but-- Miss Martin's cogitations however went no farther in exploring that 'but.' She was really very fond of her cousin William, who bore an amount of discipline from her that no one else dared to apply to the owner of Carton.

Tragic, that he couldn't fight! That would have brought out all there was in him..