"We will now ride on...." That night at dinner Lord Dennis, seated opposite his great-niece, was struck by her appearance.
"A very beautiful child," he thought, "a most lovely young creature!" She was placed between Courtier and Harbinger.

And the old man's still keen eyes carefully watched those two.

Though attentive to their neighbours on the other side, they were both of them keeping the corner of an eye on Barbara and on each other.

The thing was transparent to Lord Dennis, and a smile settled in that nest of gravity between his white peaked beard and moustaches.

But he waited, the instinct of a fisherman bidding him to neglect no piece of water, till he saw the child silent and in repose, and watched carefully to see what would rise.