His face was thin and dark; he had a look of Kate, but his eyes were neither so large nor so full; his mouth was weak, not firm, and his expression wanted the openness which characterized Catherine's features.
He was a selfish man, but he was not unkind or ill-natured.

The news which the girls gave him of their mother's absence undoubtedly worried and annoyed him a good deal, but like most people who are popular, and Loftus Bertram was undoubtedly very popular, he had the power of instantly adapting himself to the exigencies of the moment.
He laughed lightly, therefore, at Mabel's words, put his arm round his younger sister's unformed waist, and said, in a gay voice: "I won't scold either of you any more until I have had something to eat." "We live very quietly at the Manor," remarked Mabel, "Mother wants to save, you know.

She says we must keep up our refinement at any cost, but our meals are very--" she glanced with a gay laugh at Catherine.
"Oh, by Jove! I hope you don't stint in the matter of food," exclaimed the brother.

"You'll have to drop it while I'm here, I can tell you.

I thought the mater would be up to some little game of this kind when she buried you alive in such an out-of-the-way corner.