The little account she made of her own beauty pleased Mr Gibson extremely;and her pretty deference to him won his heart.She was restless too, till she had attacked Molly's dress, after she had remodelled her mother's.'Now for you, sweet one,' said she as she began upon one of Molly's gowns.
'I've been working as connoisseur until now.Now I begin as amateur.' She brought down her pretty artificial flowers, plucked out of her own best bonnet to put into Molly's, saying they would suit her complexion, and that a knot of ribbons would do well enough for her.All the time she worked, she sang; she had a sweet voice in singing, as well as in speaking, and used to run up and down her gay French chansons without any difficulty;so flexible in the art was she.Yet she did not seem to care for music.
She rarely touched the piano, on which Molly practised with daily conscientiousness.
Cynthia was always willing to answer questions about her previous life, though, after the first, she rarely alluded to it of herself; but she was a most sympathetic listener to all Molly's innocent confidences of joys and sorrows; sympathizing even to the extent of wondering how she could endure Mr Gibson's second marriage, and why she did not take some active steps of rebellion.In spite of all this agreeable and pungent variety of companionship at home, Molly yearned after the Hamleys.If there had been a woman in that family she would probably have received many little notes, and heard of numerous details which were now lost to her, or summed up in condensed accounts of her father's visits at the Hall, which, since his dear patient was dead, were only occasional.'Yes! The squire is a good deal changed; but he's better than he was.There's an unspoken estrangement between him and Osborne; one can see it in the silence and constraint of their manners; but outwardly they are friendly - civil at any rate.The squire will always respect Osborne as his heir, and the future representative of the family.Osborne doesn't look well;he says he wants change.I think he's weary of the domestic tête-à-tête , or domestic dissension.But he feels his mother's death acutely.It's a wonder that he and his father are not drawn together by their common loss.