The rest of us can appreciate what you would see there." She reached out and touched his arm.
"Do you like to look at me ?" she questioned, with a strange simple candour.
For the first time in many a year, Richard Armour blushed like a girl fresh from school.

The question had come so suddenly, it had gone so quickly into a sensitive corner of his nature, that he lost command of himself for the instant, yet had little idea why the command was lost.
He touched the fingers on his arm affectionately.
"Like to look at you--like to look at you?
Why, of course we all like to look at you.

You are very fine and handsome and interesting." "Richard," she said, drawing her hands away, "is that why you like to look at me ?" He had recovered himself.

He laughed in his old hearty way, and said: "Yes, yes; why, of course! Come, let us go and see the boy," he added, taking her arm and hurrying her down the steps.

"Come and let us see Richard Joseph, the pride of all the Armours." She moved beside him in a kind of dream.