You will be charmed with both.

Beatrice is much like you--she has the Earle face, and, unless I am mistaken, the Earle spirit, too." "Beatrice," said Lillian, as they descended the broad staircase, "I am frightened.

I wish I could remember something of papa his voice or his smile; it is like going to see a stranger.

And suppose, after all, he does not like us!" "Suppose what is of greater importance," said Beatrice proudly "that we do not like him!" But, for all her high spirits and hauteur, Beatrice almost trembled as the library door opened and Lady Earle came forward to met them.
Beatrice raised her eyes dauntlessly and saw before her a tall, stately gentleman with a handsome face, the saddest and noblest she had ever seen--clear, keen eyes that seemed to pierce through all disguise and read all thoughts.
"There is Beatrice," said Lady Helena, as she took her hand gently; and Ronald looked in startled wonder at the superb beauty of the face and figure before him.
"Beatrice," he said, kissing the proud, bright face, "can it be possible?
When I saw you last you were a little, helpless child." "I am not helpless now," she replied, with a smile; "and I hope you are going to love me very much, papa.

You have to make up for fifteen years of absence.