She moved soberly and
dreamily, as though the past returned upon her; and once or twice Mrs.
Colwood came upon her standing motionless, her finger in an open book,
her eyes wandering absently through the casement windows to the distant
wall of hill. Sometimes, as she bent over the books and packets she
would say little things, or quote stories of her father, which seemed to
show a pretty wish on her part to make the lady who was now to be her
companion understand something of the feelings and memories on which her
life was based. But there was dignity in it all, and, besides, a
fundamental awe and reserve. Mrs. Colwood seemed to see that there were
remembrances connected with her father far too poignant to be touched
in speech.
At tea-time Captain Roughsedge appeared. Mrs. Colwood's first
impression of his good manners and good looks was confirmed. But his
conversation could not be said to flow: and in endeavoring to entertain
him the two ladies fought a rather uphill fight. Then Diana discovered
that he belonged to the Sixtieth Rifles, whereupon the young lady
disclosed a knowledge of the British Army, and its organization, which
struck her visitor as nothing short of astounding.
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