"Oh, yes -- because she varies in her moods. I remember her almost as a child, when she would remain perfectly still for a quarter of an hour, and then would be up and about the house everywhere, glancing about like a ray of the sun reflected from a mirror as you move it in your hand."
"She has grown steadier since that," said the Colonel.
"I cannot imagine her to be steady -- not as Lucy is steady. Lucy, if it be necessary, can sit and fill herself with her own thoughts for the hour together."
"Which of them was most like their father?"
"They were both of them like him in their thorough love for things beautiful -- but they are both of them unlike him in this, that he was self-indulgent, while they, like women in general, are always devoting themselves to others." She will not devote herself to me, thought Jonathan Stubbs to himself, but that may be because, like her father, she loves things beautiful. "My poor Lucy", continued Hamel, "would fain devote herself to those around her if they would only permit it."
"She would probably prefer devoting herself to you," said the Colonel.
"No doubt she would -- if it were expedient. If I may presume that she loves me, I may presume also that she would wish to live with me."
"Is it not expedient?" asked the other.