She read it aloud, and for a time it seemed to interest her mother, who kept wondering what name Edith had given to her boy, and suggesting all probable names, and all possible reasons why each and all of these names should be given. Into the very midst of these wonders Mr. Thornton came, bringing another offering of fruit for Mrs. Hale. He could not--say rather, he would not--deny himself the chance of the pleasure of seeing Margaret. He had no end in this but the present gratification. It was the sturdy wilfulness of a man usually most reasonable and self-controlled. He entered the room, taking in at a glance the fact of Margaret's presence; but after the first cold distant bow, he never seemed to let his eyes fall on her again. He only stayed to present his peaches--to speak some gentle kindly words--and then his cold offended eyes met Margaret's with a grave farewell, as he left the room. She sat down silent and pale.
"Do you know, Margaret, I really begin to like Mr. Thornton."

She read it aloud, and for a time it seemed to interest her mother, who kept wondering what name Edith had given to her boy.
Into the midst of these wonders Mr. Thornton came, bringing more fruit for Mrs. Hale. He could not - or would not - deny himself the chance of the pleasure of seeing Margaret. It was the sturdy wilfulness of a man usually reasonable and self-controlled.
He entered the room, taking in at a glance the fact of Margaret's presence; but after the first cold distant bow, he did not look at her. He only stayed to present his peaches - to speak some gentle kindly words - and then his cold offended eyes met Margaret's with a grave farewell, as he left the room. She sat down silent and pale.
'Do you know, Margaret, I really begin quite to like Mr. Thornton.'
