What about your dinner ?" "Oh, I shall eat something when I get home." "Women are absurd about food," exclaimed Dyce, with laughing impatience.

"Most of you systematically starve yourselves, and wonder that you get all sorts of ailments.

Why wouldn't you stay at the vicarage to-night?
I'm quite sure it would have made no difference if you had got back to Hollingford in the morning." "Perhaps not, but I don't care much for staying at other people's houses." Dyce examined his companion's face.

She did not meet his look, and bore it with some uneasiness.

In the minds of both was a memory which would have accounted for much more constraint between them than apparently existed.