'I'm sure she looks better to-night.' 'How good you are, Mrs.Grail! Yes, she does look better, but I couldn't have believed a day or two 'ud have made her so weak.

I shan't let her go out before Christmas.' 'No, I don't think you ought, my dear.' As Mrs.Grail spoke, the knocker of the house-door sounded an unusual summons, a rat-tat, not loud indeed, but distinct from the knocks wont to be heard here.
'Mr.and Mrs.Jarmey are both out,' said Lydia.

'They're gone to the theatre.

Perhaps it's for you, Mrs.Grail ?' 'No, that's not at all likely.' 'I'll go.' Lydia opened.

A gentleman stood without; he inquired in a pleasant voice if Mr.Grail was at home.
'I think so,' Lydia said.