As I told him of his daughter's harrowing anxiety for him, of her unending care and devotion, of the tender love which she had shown, he seemed much moved.
There was a sort of veiled surprise in his unconscious whisper: "Margaret! Margaret!" When I had finished my narration, bringing matters up to the moment when Miss Trelawny had gone out for her walk--I thought of her as "Miss Trelawny', not as 'Margaret' now, in the presence of her father--he remained silent for quite a long time.

It was probably two or three minutes; but it seemed interminable.

All at once he turned and said to me briskly: "Now tell me all about yourself!" This was something of a floorer; I felt myself grow red-hot.

Mr.Trelawny's eyes were upon me; they were now calm and inquiring, but never ceasing in their soul-searching scrutiny.

There was just a suspicion of a smile on the mouth which, though it added to my embarrassment, gave me a certain measure of relief.