be vain. It was a _grave_ interest, but still an interest, for I could see
him studying my features while I was turning over his sketches, and he
thought I saw nothing else. It was flattering, too, his anxiety that
I should think well of his drawing, and referring me to Lady Knollys.
Carysbroke--had I ever heard my dear father mention that name? I could not
recollect it. But then he was habitually so silent, that his not doing so
argued nothing.




CHAPTER XXXV

_WE VISIT A ROOM IN THE SECOND STOREY_


Mr. Carysbroke amused my fancy sufficiently to prevent my observing Milly's
silence, till we had begun our return homeward.

'The Grange must be a pretty house, if that little sketch be true; is it
far from this?'

''Twill be two mile.'

'Are you vexed, Milly?' I asked, for both her tone and looks were angry.

'Yes, I am vexed; and why not lass?'

'What has happened?'