Hester flushed with a strange mingling of irritation and elation.
To be praised by her fastidious father was something to be remembered, but she always shrank from having her personal appearance commented upon.
Sir John turned round now and smiled into her blushing face.
"Come down this shady walk with me," he said. "I have a good deal to talk over with you. Hester, you and Nan have always found me a kind, indulgent father, have you not?"
"You have been very good to us," replied Hester.
"Oh, perhaps not so good as some fathers, but good according to my lights, eh?"
"You have been very good to us," repeated Hester.
"And you are a good, dear daughter," replied Sir John, with almost enthusiasm; "you never complain of the dull life I give you at the Grange."
"The life is not dull, father."