He didn't look the least conscious, but asked if we had a photograph of Mrs. Romilly. Mother opened my book, which was on the little table close at hand, and showed him all the likenesses of the Romillys that I have. And presently I heard Mother say—
"That is Miss Conway, whom we mentioned just now."
He certainly did look at that photo longer than at any of the rest; and he made one remark—
"Rather a fine face."
"Very good-looking," Mother said; and I could not help exclaiming—
"Oh, Miss Conway is much more really beautiful than Mrs. Romilly!"
Captain Lenox said, "Ah!" and gave a little pull to each side of his moustache, as if it wanted arranging.
"That may be a matter of opinion," Mother said, and I saw him making believe to examine the photo of Nellie on the opposite page, and giving little glances at Miss Con every other moment.
"Taken recently, I suppose," he said, as if it didn't signify at all, only he had to say something.
"Not Nellie Romilly," Mother answered. "I believe Miss Conway was taken some months ago,—before she came to Glynde."