And when they went out into the front garden to wait for the dog-cart, Mr.Carlyon said to her confidentially, "Your friend improves on acquaintance; I thought him a bit stand-offish and highty-tighty yesterday, but I see now it was only mannerism." "Some people are difficult to know at first," returned Elizabeth thoughtfully, but she also spoke in a lowered tone.

"Mr.Herrick is not one of those people who keep all their goods in their shop window; there is plenty more of good stuff inside, if you only take the trouble to search for it.

Dinah likes him immensely; she is getting an empty pedestal ready for him--you know my dear old Dinah's way, bless her." And as David knew it well, his answer was a merry laugh.
Never had Malcolm enjoyed himself more; never had he felt less disposed to criticise and find fault; and yet Miss Elizabeth Templeton wore the very striped blouse that had excited his ire on the previous evening; and her hat was certainly bent in the brim, perhaps in her frantic efforts to put up a straggling lock of brown hair that had escaped from the coil, and which would perpetually get loose again.

Malcolm noticed at once the ripe, rich tint of the brown.

"It is the real thing," he said to himself, "it is the burnished brown of the horse-chestnut; one seldom sees it, it is quite out of the common." And then he told himself that he had never seen a face so capable of expression.