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As they came up to the
house, Grace's figure was distinctly visible, drawing the two
white curtains together which were used here instead of blinds.
"Why, there she is!" said Fitzpiers. "How does she come there?"
"In the most natural way in the world. It is her home. Mr.
Melbury is her father."
"Oh, indeed--indeed--indeed! How comes he to have a daughter of
that stamp?"
Winterborne laughed coldly. "Won't money do anything," he said,
"if you've promising material to work upon? Why shouldn't a
Hintock girl, taken early from home, and put under proper
instruction, become as finished as any other young lady, if she's
got brains and good looks to begin with?"
"No reason at all why she shouldn't," murmured the surgeon, with
reflective disappointment. "Only I didn't anticipate quite that
kind of origin for her."
"And you think an inch or two less of her now." There was a little
tremor in Winterborne's voice as he spoke.
"Well," said the doctor, with recovered warmth, "I am not so sure
that I think less of her.


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