She liked to look at him.

She liked to judge his face, not with the expression it wore toward herself; that she knew well--alas! too well; but as it was when turned toward other people, interested in them and in the ordinary duties of life, which sometimes, when absorbed in a passionate love, a man lets slip for the time.

Now she saw him as he was in reality, the head of his family, the master of his college, the center of a circle of friends; doing his work in the world as a man ought to do it, and as a woman dearly loves to see him do it.
Christian's eye brightened, and a faint warmth seemed creeping into her dull, deadened heart.
While she was thinking thus, and wondering if it were real, her heart suddenly stopped still.
It was only at the sound of a name, repeated in idle conversation by two ladies behind her.
"Edwin Uniacke! Yes, it is quite true.

My husband was speaking of it only this morning.

He is Sir Edwin Uniacke now, with a large fortune besides." "He didn't deserve it.