Molly's eyes travelled beyond him and rested upon the plodding horses in the hay-field.
"I have heard," she said at length, "that men and women in your position don't always marry for love." Wyverton's brows drew together into a single, hard, uncompromising line.
"I suppose there are such people to be found in every class," he said.
Molly's eyes returned from the hay-field and met his look steadily.

"I like you best when you don't frown," she said.

"I am not trying to insult you." His brows relaxed, but he did not smile.

"I am sure of that," he said, courteously.

"Please continue." Molly leaned slightly forward.