He seemed quite unconscious of any new-comers.

Alfred's heavy figure dropped into a chair, whence his small eyes, grown sullen, stared stupidly about.
Mrs.Newt merely said, hurriedly, "Why Fanny!" and looked, from the old habit of alarm and apprehension, at her husband, then back again to her daughter.

The silence gradually became oppressive, until Fanny broke it by saying, in a dull tone, "Oh! Uncle Lawrence." He simply bowed his head, as if it had been a greeting.

Mr.Bennet's foot twitched rather than wagged, and his wife turned toward him, from time to time, with a tender smile.

Mrs.Newt, like one at a funeral, presently began to weep afresh.
"Pleasant family party!" broke in the voice of Fanny, clear and hard as her eyes.
"Riches have wings! Riches have wings!" repeated the gray old man, drumming with lean white fingers upon his knees.
"Will nobody tell me any thing ?" said Fanny, looking sharply round.
"What's going to be done?
Are we all beggars ?" "Riches have wings! Riches have wings!" answered the stern voice of the old man, whose eyes were still fixed upon the wall.
Fanny turned toward him half angrily, but her black eyes quailed before the changed figure of her father.