Nor was he less charmed.

Perhaps the only one not altogether pleased was Aunt Grace.

By habit a close reader of all who came within range of her observation, she occupied quite as much time in scanning the face of Mr.Lyon, and noting each varying expression of eyes, lips, and voice, as in listening to his entertaining description of things heard and seen.
"I don't just like him." Thus she soliloquized after she had retired to her own room.' "He's deep--any one can see that--deep as the sea.
And he has a way of turning his eyes without turning his head that don't please me exactly.

Edward is wonderfully taken with him; but he never looks very far below the surface.

And Fanny--why the girl seemed perfectly fascinated!" And Aunt Grace shook her head ominously, as she added-- "He's handsome enough; but beauty's only skin-deep, and he may be as black as Lucifer inside." A greater part of the next day Mr.Markland and Mr.Lyon spent alone, either in the library or seated in some one of the many shady arbours and cool retreats scattered invitingly over the pleasant estate.