Who should it be but Mary, though, with whom he should walk, with his arm round her waist talking so affectionately.

But see, she raises her head.

Why! that is not Mary.
That is old Jewel's dowdy, handsome, brazen-faced grandaughter.
"Now I'm going home to supper, Miss Jenny," he says.

"So you pack off, or you'll have your amiable mother asking after you.

By-the-bye, your sister's going to be married, ain't she ?" He referred to her eldest sister--the one that the Vicar and the Doctor saw nursing a baby the night that old Jewel died.
"Yes," replied the girl.