He was constantly at the other house; he used to walk across the fields from his own place, and he appeared to have fewer scruples than his cousins with regard to dropping in.

On this occasion he found that Mr.Brand had come to pay his respects to the charming stranger; but after Acton's arrival the young theologian said nothing.
He sat in his chair with his two hands clasped, fixing upon his hostess a grave, fascinated stare.

The Baroness talked to Robert Acton, but, as she talked, she turned and smiled at Mr.Brand, who never took his eyes off her.

The two men walked away together; they were going to Mr.
Wentworth's.

Mr.Brand still said nothing; but after they had passed into Mr.Wentworth's garden he stopped and looked back for some time at the little white house.