Had an expression ever arisen upon these features, it is impossible to say what might have been the consequences.

She had followed her nurse's adjuration: "Lor, Miss Truda, never you make a face--You might grow so!" Never since that day had Gertrude Winlow, an Honourable in her own right and in that of her husband, made a face, not even, it is believed, when her son was born.

And then to find on the other side of Mr.Pendyce that puzzling Mrs.Bellew with the green-grey eyes, at which the best people of her own sex looked with instinctive disapproval! A woman in her position should avoid anything conspicuous, and Nature had given her a too-striking appearance.

People said that when, the year before last, she had separated from Captain Bellew, and left the Firs, it was simply because they were tired of one another.

They said, too, that it looked as if she were encouraging the attentions of George, Mr.Pendyce's eldest son.
Lady Maiden had remarked to Mrs.Winlow in the drawing-room before dinner: "What is it about that Mrs.Bellew?
I never liked her.