Realising that she was not a clever person, and being a modest one, she began to wonder if she was given to a parrot-phrase which made her tiresome.

She blushed up to her ears.
"People are kind," she said hesitatingly.

"I--you see, I have nothing to give, and I always seem to be receiving." "What luck!" remarked his lordship, calmly gazing at her.
He made her feel rather awkward, and she was at once relieved and sorry when he walked away to join another early riser who had come out upon the lawn.

For some mysterious reason Emily Fox-Seton liked him.

Perhaps his magnificence and the constant talk she had heard of him had warmed her imagination.