"I never knew anyone so keen about knowledge.

But what did you talk about last night ?" "Of very many things.

Canada and Northampton, religion and crayfish, Huxley and--Yabsley." "Yabsley?
Who's Yabsley ?" "A gentleman of Northampton, a man of light and leading, a great friend of Miss Tomalin's." "An old man, I suppose ?" asked Lady Ogram, sharply.
"Not quite thirty." "But married?
Of course married ?" "I didn't ask; but, I fancy, not." Lady Ogram flushed, and fell into extreme agitation.

Why had she not been told about this Yabsley?
Why had not that idiot Kerchever made inquiries and heard about him?
This very morning she would write him a severe letter.

What, May was engaged?
To a man called Yabsley?
Constance, as soon as interposition was possible, protested against this over-hasty view of the matter.