But Mr Moffat restrained his ardour, and Miss Gresham seemed contented that he should do so.
He was a nice, dapper man, rather above the middle height, and good-looking enough had he had a little more expression in his face.
He had dark hair, very nicely brushed, small black whiskers, and a small black moustache.

His boots were excellently well made, and his hands were very white.

He simpered gently as he took hold of Augusta's fingers, and expressed a hope that she had been quite well since last he had the pleasure of seeing her.

Then he touched the hands of the Lady Rosina and the Lady Margaretta.
"Mr Moffat, allow me to introduce you to my brother ?" "Most happy, I'm sure," said Mr Moffat, again putting out his hand, and allowing it to slip through Frank's grasp, as he spoke in a pretty, mincing voice: "Lady Arabella quite well ?--and your father, and sisters?
Very warm isn't it ?--quite hot in town, I do assure you." "I hope Augusta likes him," said Frank to himself, arguing on the subject exactly as his father had done; "but for an engaged lover he seems to me to have a very queer way with him." Frank, poor fellow! who was of a coarser mould, would, under such circumstances, have been all for kissing--sometimes, indeed, even under other circumstances.
Mr Moffat did not do much towards improving the conviviality of the castle.

He was, of course, a good deal intent upon his coming election, and spent much of his time with Mr Nearthewinde, the celebrated parliamentary agent.