"Gad! I'm rather afraid of him myself when he doesn't approve," said Sir Hugo, glancing at Deronda; and then turning his face toward Gwendolen, he said less audibly, "I don't think ladies generally object to have his eyes upon them." The baronet's small chronic complaint of facetiousness was at this moment almost as annoying to Gwendolen as it often was to Deronda.
"I object to any eyes that are critical," she said, in a cool, high voice, with a turn of her neck. "Are there many of these old rooms left in the Abbey?"

"Gad! I'm rather afraid of him myself when he doesn't approve," said Sir Hugo, glancing at Deronda; and added less audibly to Gwendolen, "I don't think ladies generally object to have his eyes upon them." The baronet's facetiousness was at this moment almost as annoying to her as it often was to Deronda.
"I object to any eyes that are critical," she said, in a cool, high voice. "Are there many of these old rooms left in the Abbey?"
