Over these young people--a vague report of their existence had come to his ears--Mr.
Wentworth had not, in the course of years, allowed his imagination to hover.

It had plenty of occupation nearer home, and though he had many cares upon his conscience the idea that he had been an unnatural uncle was, very properly, never among the number.

Now that his nephew and niece had come before him, he perceived that they were the fruit of influences and circumstances very different from those under which his own familiar progeny had reached a vaguely-qualified maturity.

He felt no provocation to say that these influences had been exerted for evil; but he was sometimes afraid that he should not be able to like his distinguished, delicate, lady-like niece.

He was paralyzed and bewildered by her foreignness.