Of late it had been something in the manner of an elder brother, whose fraternal breast is impervious to the influence of a sister's loveliness or a sister's fascination.

If Diana Paget had been a snub-nosed young person with red hair and white eyelashes, Mr.Hawkehurst could scarcely have treated her with a more friendly indifference, a more brotherly familiarity.
Unhappily this line of conduct, which is perhaps the wisest and most honourable plan that a man can pursue when he finds himself thrown into a dangerously familiar association with a beautiful and unprotected woman, is the very line of proceeding which a beautiful woman can never bring herself to forgive.

A chivalrous stiffness, a melancholy dignity, a frozen frigidity, which suggest the fiery bubbling of the lava flood beneath the icy surface,--these are delightful to the female mind.

But friendly indifference and fraternal cordiality constitute the worst insult that can be offered to her beauty, the most bitter outrage upon the majesty of her sex.
"I suppose it will be midnight before papa comes home, Mr.Hawkehurst," Diana said abruptly, when her companion had finished his cigar, and had thrown the end of it over the balcony.
"Past midnight more likely, Miss Paget.

May I ask how I have become Mr.
Hawkehurst all of a sudden, when for the last three years I have been usually known as Valentine--or Val ?" The girl turned her head with a gesture in which the carelessness of his own manner was imitated.