Beatrice, so like her father, was undoubtedly the favorite.

Lord Earle never inquired after them; when Lady Earle asked for a larger check than usual, he gave it to her with a smile, perfectly understanding its destination, but never betraying the knowledge.
So eleven years passed like a long tranquil dream.

The sun rose and set, the tides ebbed and flowed, spring flowers bloomed, and died, the summer skies smiled, autumn leaves of golden hue withered on the ground; and winter snows fell; yet no change came to the quiet homestead in the Kentish meadows.
Beatrice and Lillian had reached their sixteenth year, and two fairer girls were seldom seen.

Mrs.Vyvian's efforts had not been in vain; they were accomplished far beyond the ordinary run of young girls.
Lillian inherited her father's talent for drawing.

She was an excellent artist.