Wentworth had been struck by that sentence when he first said it to the Bishop, and he repeated it now.

Fay thought it very beautiful.

She proved a more sympathetic listener than the Bishop.
I don't know whether like Mrs.Mouse she did not listen to all Mr.Mouse said.

But at any rate she noticed for the first time how lightly Wentworth walked, how square his shoulders were, and the beauty of his brown thin hand upon the bridle; and through her mind a little streak of vanity came back to the surface, momentarily buried under the _debris_ of last night's emotion.

Wentworth was interested in her.