She moved soberly and dreamily, as though the past returned upon her; and once or twice Mrs.
Colwood came upon her standing motionless, her finger in an open book, her eyes wandering absently through the casement windows to the distant wall of hill.

Sometimes, as she bent over the books and packets she would say little things, or quote stories of her father, which seemed to show a pretty wish on her part to make the lady who was now to be her companion understand something of the feelings and memories on which her life was based.

But there was dignity in it all, and, besides, a fundamental awe and reserve.

Mrs.Colwood seemed to see that there were remembrances connected with her father far too poignant to be touched in speech.
At tea-time Captain Roughsedge appeared.

Mrs.Colwood's first impression of his good manners and good looks was confirmed.