He's a splendid fellow.
The best and most sensible fellow I know."
It was not the eulogy most agreeable to Irene in her present state
of mind. She hastened to dismiss the topic, but thought with no
little surprise and amusement of Eustace's self-revelation. Brothers
and sisters seldom know each other; and these two, by virtue of
widely differing characteristics, were scarce more than mutually
well-disposed strangers.
Less emphatic in commendation, Dr. Derwent appeared not less
satisfied with his future son-in-law. Irene's scrutiny, sharpened by
intense desire to read her father's mind, could detect no
qualification of his contentment. As his habit was, the Doctor,
having found an opportunity, broached the subject with humorous
abruptness.
"It's no business of mine; I don't wish to be impertinent; but if I
_may_ be allowed to express approval----"
Irene raised her eyes for a moment, bestowing upon him a look of
affection and gratitude.
"He's a thorough Englishman, and. that means a good deal in the
laudatory sense. The best sort of husband for an English girl, I've
no manner of doubt."
Dr. Derwent was not effusive; he had said as much as he cared to say
on the more intimate aspect of the matter. But he spoke long and
carefully regarding things practical. Irene had his entire
confidence; nothing in the state of his affairs needed to be kept
from her knowledge.
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