Her traits were in him developed so as to lose severity and attain a kind of vigour, which at first sight promised a rich and generous nature; his excellent forehead and dark imaginative eyes indicated a mind anything but likely to bear the trammels in which Miriam had grown up.

In the attitude with which he waited for his sister to speak there was both pride and shame; his look fell before hers, but the constrained smile on his lips was one of self-esteem at issue with adversity.

He wore the dress of a gentleman, but it was disorderly.

His light overcoat hung unbuttoned, and in his hand he crushed together a bat of soft felt.
"Why have you come to see me, Reuben ?" Miriam asked at length, speaking with difficulty and in an offended Lone.
"Why shouldn't I, Miriam ?" he returned quietly, stepping nearer to her.
"Till a few days ago I knew nothing of the illness you have had, or I should, at all events, have written.

When I heard you had come to Naples, I--well, I followed.