Mr.Sandford was a good-humoured looking gentleman, with a sensible face and black whiskers; but he was a gentleman, and Daisy approved of him.

He was very unlike his brother.

His wife was a very plain person, in feature, and not very talkative; letting her husband do that for her; but kindly and pleasant nevertheless; and Daisy approved of her too.
"At what hour do you expect the day _will_ end, practically ?" inquired Mrs.Randolph of her husband.

He smiled.
"I should say--judging from present tokens--not till the sun gets well down on his western way." "First-rate!" said Preston aside.

"We'll have a good time for fishing." "But that will make it very late crossing the river, Mr.Randolph?
will it not ?" "It may." "There is a moon," said Mrs.Sandford.
"Moon! I hope we are not to be beholden to the moon's good offices!" exclaimed the other lady.