The haughty coldness of Mr. Carleton's look, at this speech, could not be surpassed.
"But she has beauty of feature, too, has she not?" Mrs.
Carleton asked again of her son.
"Yes, in very high degree. The contour of the eye and brow I never saw finer."
"It is a little odd," said Mrs. Evelyn, with the slightest touch of a piqued air, (she had some daughters at home) "that is a kind of beauty one is apt to associate with high breeding, and certainly you very rarely see it anywhere else; and Major Ringgan, however distinguished and estimable, as I have no doubt he was, and this child must have been brought up with no advantages, here in the country."
"My dear madam," said Mr. Carleton, smiling a little, "this high breeding is a very fine thing, but it can neither be given nor bequeathed; and we cannot entail it."
"But it can be taught, can't it?"
"If it could be taught, it is to be hoped it would be oftener learned," said the young man, drily.
"But what do we mean, then, when we talk of the high breeding of certain classes and families? and why are we not disappointed when we look to find it in connection with certain names and positions in society?"
"I do not know," said Mr. Carleton.
"You don't mean to say, I suppose, Mr. Carleton," said Thorn, bridling a little, "that it is a thing independent of circumstances, and that there is no value in blood?"