She had that unsocial failing of reserved natures, silence habitually; and her reserve was always at its worst in the presence of the Captain's brilliant daughter.

That youthful beauty fixed her blue eyes now and then on the dark, downcast face with an odd look--very like a look of aversion.
"What kind of person is this Miss Grace of yours, Eeny ?" she asked her sister, after breakfast.

"Very stupid, isn't she ?" "Stupid! Oh, dear, no! Grace is the dearest, best girl in the world, except you, Kate.

I don't know how we should ever get on without her." "I didn't know," said Kate, rather coldly; "she is so silent and impenetrable.

Come! You promised to show me through the house." They were alone in the dining-room.