She took his arm, and they paced slowly under the trees.

If Mrs.Bertram loved her daughters, and there is no doubt she had a very real regard for them, Loftus Bertram was as the apple of her eye.

She adored this young man, she was blind to his faults, and she saw his virtues through magnifying glasses.
Loftus could always talk his mother into the best of humors.

He was not devoid of tact, and he knew exactly how to manage her, so as to bring her round to his wishes.

Having two ends in view to-night he was more than usually fascinating.