The complexion was pale, even to wanness; and the whole cast and contour of the head were full of intellect, and betokening that absorption of mind which cannot be marked in any one without exciting a certain vague curiosity and interest.
So dark and wondrous are the workings of our nature, that there are scarcely any of us, however light and unthinking, who would not be arrested by the countenance of one in deep reflection--who would not pause, and long to pierce into the mysteries that were agitating that world, most illimitable by nature, but often most narrowed by custom--the world within.
And this interest, powerful as it is, spelled and arrested Constance at once.

She remained for a minute gazing on the countenance of the young stranger, and then she--the most self-possessed and stately of human creatures--blushing deeply, and confused though unseen, turned lightly away and stopped not on her road till she regained the old chamber and Lady Erpingham.
The old woman was descanting upon the merits of the late Lord of Godolphin Priory,-- "For though they called him close, and so forth, my lady, yet he was generous to others; it was only himself he pinched.

But, to be sure, the present squire won't take after him there." "Has Mr.Percy Godolphin been here lately ?" asked Lady Erpingham.
"He is at the cottage now, my lady," replied the old woman.

"He came two days ago." "Is he like his father ?" "Oh! not near so fine-looking a gentleman! much smaller, and quite pale-like.

He seems sickly: them foreign parts do nobody no good.