Mr.B---- quickened his pace, hearing the crash, and came round the corner with his most judicial and infuriated air, rather hoping to pack the culprit out of the place, only to be met by his favourite daughter.

"Papa, I'm so sorry, I've broken the greenhouse with my racquet.

May I send for Smith?
I'll pay him out of my own money." The Eton boy adored her from that day forth; and so did other people for similar reasons.
I, personally, always rather wondered that Arthur was ever attracted by Miss B----, for he was very fastidious, and the least suggestion of aiming at effect or vulgarity, or hankering after notoriety, would infallibly have disgusted him.

But this was the reason.
She was never vulgar, never self-conscious.

She acted on each occasion on impulse, never calculating effects, never with reference to other people's opinions.
A gentleman once said, remonstrating with her for driving alone with a Cambridge undergraduate in his dog-cart down to Richmond after a ball, "People are beginning to talk about you." "What fools they must be!" said Miss B----, and showed not the slightest inclination to hear more of the matter.
There is no question, I think, that Arthur's grave and humorous ways attracted her.