Her father entrusted him with secrets which he withheld from her, and this often caused her both surprise and annoyance.

Like every other girl, she was of course full of curiosity.
Towards her Flockart became daily more friendly.

On two occasions, after breakfast, he had invited her to spend an hour or two fishing for trout in the burn, which was unexpectedly in spate, and they had thus been some time in each other's company.
She, however, regarded him with distinct distrust.

He was undeniably good-looking, nonchalant, and a thorough-going man of the world.

But his intimate friendship with Lady Heyburn prevented her from regarding him as a true friend.