But he never looked at her again, except once when she asked him some question, and then he looked her straight in her black eyes as he answered.
A bell sounded out at last again from the tower, and startled him.

He got up quickly.
"I am ashamed," he said smiling, "how dare I stay so long?
It is your kindness, Mr.More." "Nay, nay," said Sir Thomas, rising too and stretching himself.

"You have helped us to lose another day in the pleasantest manner possible--you must come again, Mr.Torridon." He walked down with Ralph to the garden steps, and stood by him talking, while the wherry that had been hailed from the other side made its way across.
"Beatrice is like one of my own daughters," he said, "and I cannot give her better praise than that.

She is always here, and always as you saw her today.

I think she is one of the strongest spirits I know.