Elgar took the first opportunity to signal departure.

When Cecily gave him her hand, it was with a moment's unfaltering look--a look very different from that which charmed everyday acquaintances at their coming and going, unlike anything man or woman had yet seen on her countenance.

The faintest smile hovered about her lips as she said, "Good-bye;" her steadfast eyes added the hope which there was no need to speak.
When he was gone, Mrs.Lessingham sipped her tea in silence.

Cecily moved about and presently brought a book to her chair by the tea-table.
"No doubt you had the advantage of hearing Mr.Elgar's projects detailed," said her aunt, with irony which presumed a complete understanding between them.
"No." Cecily shook her head and smiled.
"Curious how closely he and Mr.Marsh resemble each other at times." "Do you think so ?" "Haven't you noticed it?
There are differences, of course.

Mr.Elgar is originally much better endowed; though at present I should think he is even less to be depended upon, either intellectually or morally.