At that moment there were slow, deliberate steps in the hall, and then the door opened, and Mrs Alleyne, with a smile full of pride upon her calm, stern face, entered, leaning upon the arm of a tall, grave, thoughtful-looking man, whose large dark-grey eyes seemed to be gazing straight before him, through everything, into the depths of space, while his mind was busy with that which he sought to see. He was apparently about three or four-and-thirty, well-built and muscular; but his muscles looked soft and rounded. There was an appearance of relaxation, even in his walk; and, though his eyes were wide open, he gave one the idea of being in a dream. He was dressed in a loose, easy-fitting suit of tweeds, but they had been put on anyhow, and the natural curls of his dark-brown hair and beard made it very evident that the time he spent at the toilet-table was short. What struck the visitor most was the veneration given to the student by his mother and sister, the former full of pride in her offspring, as she drew back his chair, and waited until he had seated himself, before she took her own place at the head of the table, and signed to her guest to follow her example. It was a reversal of the ordinary arrangements at a board, for Oldroyd found himself opposite Moray Alleyne, with Mrs Alleyne and her daughter at the head and foot. In fact, it soon became evident that Mrs Alleyne's son took no interest whatever in matters terrestrial of a domestic nature, his mind being generally far away. Mrs Alleyne had announced to him, as they came towards the dining-room, that Mr Oldroyd would join them at the meal; but the scrap of social information was covered by a film of nebular theory, till the astronomer took his place at the table, when he seemed to start out of a fit of celestial dreaming, and to come back to earth. "Ah, Mr Oldroyd," he said, with his face lighting up and becoming quite transformed. "I had forgotten that you were to join us. Pray forgive my rudeness. I get so lost in my calculations." "Don't mention it," said Oldroyd, nodding; and then he looked hard at his _vis-a-vis_, marvelling at the change, and the tones of his deep mellow voice, and thinking what a man this would be if he had become statesman, orator, or the like, concluding by saying mentally, "What a physique for a West End physician! Why, that presence--a little more grey, and that soft, winning, confidential voice, would be a fortune to him. But he would have to dress." "I am sorry we have only plain boiled mutton to offer you, Mr Oldroyd," said Mrs Alleyne, as the covers were removed. "I knew it was," thought Oldroyd, glancing at the livid, steaming leg of mutton. Then aloud: "One of the joints I most appreciate, madam--with its appropriate trimmings, Miss Alleyne," he added smiling at Lucy. "I'm afraid the potatoes are not good," said Lucy, colouring with vexation; "and the turnips seem very hard and stringy."