It was scarcely the hour for calling upon ladies, but he knew that Mrs.Wade sat among her books through the morning, and he wished especially to see her as soon as possible.
Polterham clocks were counting eleven as he presented himself at the door of the cottage.

Once already he had paid a call here, not many days after his meeting with the widow in Mr.Hornibrook's library; he came at three in the afternoon, and sat talking till nearly six.

Not a few Polterham matrons would have considered that proceeding highly improper, but such a thought never occurred to Denzil; and Mrs.Wade would have spoken her mind very distinctly to any one who wished to circumscribe female freedom in such respects.

They had conversed on a great variety of subjects with unflagging animation.

Since then he had not seen his acquaintance.
A young girl opened to him, and left him standing in the porch for a minute or two.