'It is not that she looks dreadfully unhappy, but that there is no happiness in her face.

Do you know what I mean?
for I am apt to be vague.

It rests me to look at you, Ursula; there is something quiet and comfortable in your expression; now, Miss Hamilton looks as though she had lost something she values, or never had it, and must go on looking for it, like that poor ghost lady who wanted to find her lost pearl.' Jill never could be induced to say much in Mr.Hamilton's favour, though he was very civil to her and paid her a great deal of attention.

'Oh, him!' she would say contemptuously, if I ever hazarded an observation: 'I never take much notice of odd-looking, ugly men: they may be clever, but they are not in my line.

Mr.Hamilton stares too much for my taste, and I don't believe he is kind to his sisters; they are half afraid of him.' And nothing would induce her to alter her opinion.
But Miss Darrell thoroughly amused her.