But at his first sight of her, Arthur saw that Eleanor was different from the others. There was something alive and individual about her, she had not that effect of a slight staleness which the other members of the family seemed to convey.
"This is Arthur Woodroffe," Hubert said, completing the introduction.
She gave Arthur her hand, regarding him, he thought, with a strangely intent look of anxiety.
"I heard you quarrelling as I came," she said. "Rather soon, isn't it?"
She had a pleasant voice, with a musical, soothing tone; the voice of a woman who would make a good nurse, Arthur thought.
"I don't know that we'd got as far as a quarrel," he said. "I confess that my new-found cousin, Hubert, annoyed me rather."
Hubert raised his eyebrows. He had not moved when Eleanor joined them, and still stood in that uneasy looking pose of his. "Can't imagine why," he said. "Only asked him if he wanted grandfather's influence to get a job anywhere."
Eleanor frowned faintly and shrugged her shoulders. "Oh! my good Hubert, how unoriginal of you," she said.
Arthur was faintly perplexed by the adjective. "As a matter of fact," he said, "I was just telling Hubert that what I want to do is to go out to Canada."