Poynsett, courteously.
"You are very like your sister."
This, though usually a great compliment, disappointed Eleonora, as
she answered, rather frigidly, "So people say."
"Have you walked far?"
"To the Outwood Lodge."
"To-day? Was it not very damp in the woods?"
"Oh no, delightful!"
"Lena and I are old friends," said Jenny; "too glad to meet to heed
the damp."
Here Raymond entered, with the air of a man who had just locked up a
heavy post-bag at the last possible moment; and he too was amazed,
though he covered it by asking why the party was so small.
"Rosamond has gone to meet her husband, and Cecil has her guest in
her own domains."
Then Jenny asked after his day's work--a county matter, interesting
to all the magistracy, and their womankind in their degree; and
Eleonora listened in silence, watching with quiet heedfulness
Frank's mother and brother.
When Frank himself came in, his face was a perfect study; and the
colour mantled in her cheeks, so that Jenny trusted that both were
touched by the wonderful beauty that a little softness and timidity
brought out on the features, usually so resolutely on guard.
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