He endeavoured to keep his eyes away from his daughter as much as possible, and to divert his ears from their conversation;--but he could not but look and he could not but listen.

Not that he really heard a sentence.

Emily's voice hardly reached him, and Lopez understood the game he was playing much too well to allow his voice to travel.

And he looked as though his position were the most commonplace in the world, and as though he had nothing of more than ordinary interest to say to his neighbour.

Mr.
Wharton, as he sat there, almost made up his mind that he would leave his practice, give up his chambers, abandon even his club, and take his daughter at once to--to;--it did not matter where, so that the place should be very distant from Manchester Square.