He, stepping quickly across the floor, put his lips to her cheek; she did not move her head, nor raise her hand to take his.
'Will you sit there, Hubert ?' she said, pointing to a chair which was placed opposite hers.

The resemblance between her present mode of indicating a wish and her son's way of speaking to the servant below was very striking; even the quality of their voices had much in common, for Hubert's was rather high-pitched.

In face, however, the young man did not strongly evidence their relation to each other: he was not handsome, and had straight low brows, which made his aspect at first forbidding.
'Why have you not come to me before this ?' Mrs.Eldon asked when her son had seated himself, with his eyes turned upon the fire.
'I was unable to, mother.

I have been ill.' She cast a glance at him.

There was no doubting the truth of what he said; at this moment he looked feeble and pain-worn.
'Where did your illness come upon you ?' she asked, her tone unsoftened.
'In Germany.