CHAPTER VI.
Going of an afternoon to call upon his niece, Mr.Wentworth more than once found Robert Acton sitting in her little drawing-room.

This was in no degree, to Mr.Wentworth, a perturbing fact, for he had no sense of competing with his young kinsman for Eugenia's good graces.

Madame Munster's uncle had the highest opinion of Robert Acton, who, indeed, in the family at large, was the object of a great deal of undemonstrative appreciation.

They were all proud of him, in so far as the charge of being proud may be brought against people who were, habitually, distinctly guiltless of the misdemeanor known as "taking credit." They never boasted of Robert Acton, nor indulged in vainglorious reference to him; they never quoted the clever things he had said, nor mentioned the generous things he had done.

But a sort of frigidly-tender faith in his unlimited goodness was a part of their personal sense of right; and there can, perhaps, be no better proof of the high esteem in which he was held than the fact that no explicit judgment was ever passed upon his actions.