It seems to me to destroy character where work creates it.

All the same, I hope you will find an opportunity to come to Enton and say good-bye to us." Brooks was suddenly conscious that it would be no pleasant thing to say good-bye to Lady Sybil.

He had never known any one like her, so perfectly frank and girlish, and yet with character enough underneath in her rare moments of seriousness.

More than ever he was struck with the wonderful likeness between mother and daughter.
"I will come at any time I am asked," he answered, quietly, "but I am sorry that you are going." They had finished supper, and had drawn their chairs around the fire.
Arranmore was smoking a cigarette, and Brooks took one from his case.
The carriage was ordered in a quarter of an hour.

Brooks found that he and Sybil were a little apart from the others.
"Do you know, I am sorry too," she declared.