I could not tell you _why_ I do it.
There is nothing very remarkable about her in the matter of either youth or beauty, and yet I look.
The service is ended at length, but eagerly as I long for the fresh air, we are--whether to mark our own dignity, or to avoid further scrutiny on the part of our fellow-worshipers--almost the last to issue from the church.

At the porch we find Mr.Musgrave waiting.

A sort of _mauvaise honte_ and a guilty conscience combine to disable me from promptly introducing him to my people, and before I recover my presence of mind, Algy has walked on with Barbara, and I am left to follow with Frank.
He does not seem in one of his most sunshiny humors, but perhaps the long morning service, so trying in its present arrangement of lengthy prayers, praises, and preaching, to a restless and irritable temper, is to blame for that.
"I suppose," he says, speaking rather stiffly, "that I must congratulate you on the arrival of the first detachment." "First detachment of what ?" "Of your family.

I understood you to say that there were to be _relays_ of them during all Sir Roger's absence." "It is to be hoped so, I am sure," I say, devoutly; "especially" (looking up at him with mock reproach) "considering the way in which my friends neglect me.

You never came, after all! No!" (seeing the utter unsmilingness of his expression, and speaking hastily), "I am not serious; I am only joking! No doubt you heard that they had come, and thought that you would be in the way.