She saw Mrs.Waltham at the window, and, when she was near, spoke.
'Is Adela at home ?' 'No, Letty; she's gone for a walk with her brother.' 'I'm so sorry!' said the girl, whose voice was as sweet as her face was pretty.

'We wanted her to come for croquet.

Yet I was half afraid to come and ask her whilst Mr.Alfred was at home.' She laughed, and at the same time blushed a little.
'Why should you be afraid of Alfred ?' asked Mrs.Waltham graciously.
'Oh, I don't know.' She turned it off and spoke quickly of another subject.
'How did you like Mr.Wyvern this morning ?' It was a new vicar, who had been in Wanley but a couple of days, and had this morning officiated for the first time at the church.
'What a voice he has!' was the lady's reply.
'Hasn't he?
And such a hairy man! They say he's very learned; but his sermon was very simple--didn't you think so ?' 'Yes, I liked it.

Only he pronounces certain words strangely.' 'Oh, has Mr.Eldon come yet ?' was the young lady's next question.
'He hadn't arrived this morning.

Isn't it extraordinary?
He must be out of England.' 'But surely Mrs.Eldon knows his address, and he can't be so very far away.' As she spoke she looked down the pathway by which she had come, and of a sudden her face exhibited alarm.
'Oh, Mrs.Waltham!' she whispered hurriedly.