Even Mr Tappertit, though occupied as we have seen in gazing at his heart's delight, could not wholly divert his thoughts from the voice of the other charmer.

Mrs Varden, to her own private thinking, had never been so improved in all her life; and when Mr Chester, rising and craving permission to speak with her apart, took her by the hand and led her at arm's length upstairs to the best sitting-room, she almost deemed him something more than human.
'Dear madam,' he said, pressing her hand delicately to his lips; 'be seated.' Mrs Varden called up quite a courtly air, and became seated.
'You guess my object ?' said Mr Chester, drawing a chair towards her.
'You divine my purpose?
I am an affectionate parent, my dear Mrs Varden.' 'That I am sure you are, sir,' said Mrs V.
'Thank you,' returned Mr Chester, tapping his snuff-box lid.

'Heavy moral responsibilities rest with parents, Mrs Varden.' Mrs Varden slightly raised her hands, shook her head, and looked at the ground as though she saw straight through the globe, out at the other end, and into the immensity of space beyond.
'I may confide in you,' said Mr Chester, 'without reserve.

I love my son, ma'am, dearly; and loving him as I do, I would save him from working certain misery.

You know of his attachment to Miss Haredale.
You have abetted him in it, and very kind of you it was to do so.