Janet had that enduring beauty which belongs to pure majestic outline and depth of tint.

Sorrow and neglect leave their traces on such beauty, but it thrills us to the last, like a glorious Greek temple, which, for all the loss it has suffered from time and barbarous hands, has gained a solemn history, and fills our imagination the more because it is incomplete to the sense.
It was six o'clock before Dempster returned from Rotherby.

He had evidently drunk a great deal, and was in an angry humour; but Janet, who had gathered some little courage and forbearance from the consciousness that she had done her best to-day, was determined to speak pleasantly to him.
'Robert,' she said gently, as she saw him seat himself in the dining-room in his dusty snuffy clothes, and take some documents out of his pocket, 'will you not wash and change your dress?
It will refresh you.' 'Leave me alone, will you ?' said Dempster, in his most brutal tone.
'Do change your coat and waistcoat, they are so dusty.

I've laid all your things out ready.' 'O, you have, have you ?' After a few minutes he rose very deliberately and walked upstairs into his bedroom.

Janet had often been scolded before for not laying out his clothes, and she thought now, not without some wonder, that this attention of hers had brought him to compliance.
Presently he called out, 'Janet!' and she went upstairs.
'Here! Take that!' he said, as soon as she reached the door, flinging at her the coat she had laid out.