Gaze game

"Don't even look our way. Pray don't. I don't want to be seen."
He could spot her little figure anywhere. He wanted her to be present. To remedy all the bright glow of Miss Ingram's pearls and smiles.
"Don't look at her with such contempt, sir. She's just a child."
Oh I wish I could do otherwise. But she has the looks of her wicked french mother.
"Oh my dear, I wish I could see your so-called plain face. Your pretty little hands."
"Don't worry, monsieur. You will see the eyes of your son."
"A son?"
He had her eyes...