Miss Jawleyford's features being rather more strongly marked, and her eyes a shade darker than her sister's; while there was a sort of subdued air about her--the result, perhaps, of enlarged intercourse with the world--or maybe of disappointments.

Emily's eyes sparkled and glittered, without knowing perhaps why.
Dinner was presently announced.

It was of the imposing order that people give their friends on a first visit, as though their appetites were larger on that day than on any other.

They dined off plate; the sideboards glittered with the Jawleyford arms on cups, tankards, and salvers; 'Brecknel and Turner's' flamed and swealed in profusion on the table; while every now and then an expiring lamp on the sideboards or brackets proclaimed the unwonted splendour of the scene, and added a flavour to the repast not contemplated by the cook.

The room, which was large and lofty, being but rarely used, had a cold, uncomfortable feel; and, if it hadn't been for the looks of the thing, Jawleyford would, perhaps, as soon that they had dined in the little breakfast parlour.