Somehow Jacobi has not the right cut." "But his sister is very ladylike," murmured Mrs.Godfrey, her kindly heart accusing her of censoriousness and want of charity.

Both the gentlemen agreed to this.

Then Malcolm, true to his character as a lover of the picturesque, launched into unrestrained praise of Miss Jacobi's beauty.
"If my friend Keston were to see her," he remarked, "he would be wild to paint her as Rebekah at the well--or Ruth in the harvest-fields.

One does not often see a face like Miss Jacobi's." And then after a little more talk they reached the Manor House.
The following morning Malcolm spent on the river, and late in the afternoon they drove to Glebelands--where the Etheridges lived.
The beautiful grounds sloping to the river presented a most animated scene.

A band was playing, and a gaily-dressed crowd streamed from the house on to the lawn.