But I know she likes to be very quiet.

What a strange thing about Mr.
Eldon, is it not?
You know that he has never come yet; not even to the funeral.' 'Singular!' 'An inexplicable thing! There has never been a shadow of disagreement between them.' 'Mr.Eldon is abroad, I believe ?' said the clergyman musingly.
'Abroad?
Oh dear, no! At least, I--.

Is there news of his being abroad ?' Mr.Wyvern merely shook his head.
'As far as we know,' Mrs.Waltham continued, rather disturbed by the suggestion, 'he is at Oxford.' 'A student ?' 'Yes.

He is quite a youth--only two-and-twenty.' There was a knock at the door, and a maid-servant entered to ask if she should lay the table for tea.

Mrs.Waltham assented; then, to her visitor-- 'You will do us the pleasure of drinking a cup of tea, Mr.Wyvern?
we make a meal of it, in the country way.