What to the
discriminating made her so much more attractive than either of her
younger sisters was her look of intelligence and quiet humour. But of
course she looked not only older, but different, from what she had looked
nine years ago. Betty had lived a full and, in a sense, a tragic life
during four of the years which had elapsed since she and Radmore had
parted in this very room.
Janet's eyes travelled past Betty to Jack. Just at that moment he was
looking with no very pleasant expression across at his little brother,
and yet there was something softer than usual in his cold, clear-cut
face. Janet Tosswill would have been touched and surprised indeed had
she known that it was the thought of herself that had brought that look
on Jack's face. Jack was twenty-one, but looked like a man of thirty--he
was so set, he knew so exactly what he wanted of life. As she looked at
him, she wondered doubtfully whether he would ever make that great career
his schoolmaster had so confidently predicted for him. He was so--so--she
could only find the word "conventional" to describe him.
Janet Tosswill passed over Dolly quickly. To-day Dolly looked a little
different from the others, for she was wearing a hat, and it was clear
that she had just come in from the village.
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