Sir John Middleton was a good looking man about forty.

He had formerly visited at Stanhill, but it was too long for his young cousins to remember him.

His countenance was thoroughly good-humoured; and his manners were as friendly as the style of his letter.

Their arrival seemed to afford him real satisfaction, and their comfort to be an object of real solicitude to him.

He said much of his earnest desire of their living in the most sociable terms with his family, and pressed them so cordially to dine at Barton Park every day till they were better settled at home, that, though his entreaties were carried to a point of perseverance beyond civility, they could not give offence.
His kindness was not confined to words; for within an hour after he left them, a large basket full of garden stuff and fruit arrived from the park, which was followed before the end of the day by a present of game.