"What was the son's name ?" asked Mrs.Crayford, quietly.
"Richard." "Am I right, Clara, in suspecting that Mr.Richard Wardour admired you ?" The question produced its intended effect.

The question helped Clara to go on.
"I hardly knew at first," she said, "whether he admired me or not.
He was very strange in his ways--headstrong, terribly headstrong and passionate; but generous and affectionate in spite of his faults of temper.

Can you understand such a character ?" "Such characters exist by thousands.

I have my faults of temper.

I begin to like Richard already.