"Well, father?
Uncommonly pleasant to be at the vicarage again!" Miss Bride had stood up, and was now advancing towards the hostess.
"You _must_ go ?" said Mrs.Lashmar, with her most agreeable smile.
"What, going ?" exclaimed Dyce.

"Why?
Are you staying in the village ?" "No.

I must catch a train." "What train ?" "'The six forty-five." "Why, then you have plenty of time! Mother, bid Miss Connie be seated; I haven't had a moment's talk with her; it's absurd.

Six forty-five?
You needn't leave here for twenty minutes.

What a lucky thing that I came in just now." For certain ticks of the clock it was a doubtful matter whether Miss Bride would depart or remain.