"He has been talking with me just now of nothing else.

You may say," she went on, "that it's I who have kept him at it.

So I have, for his pleasure's a joy to us.

If you can't prevent what he feels, you know, you can't prevent either what WE feel." Mr.Longdon's face reflected for a minute something he could scarcely have supposed her acute enough to make out, the struggle between his real mistrust of her, founded on the unconscious violence offered by her nature to his every memory of her mother, and his sense on the other hand of the high propriety of his liking her; to which latter force his interest in Vanderbank was a contribution, inasmuch as he was obliged to recognise on the part of the pair an alliance it would have been difficult to explain at Beccles.

"Perhaps I don't quite see the value of what your husband and you and I are in a position to do for him." "Do you mean because he's himself so clever ?" "Well," said Mr.Longdon, "I dare say that's at the bottom of my feeling so proud to be taken up by him.