Is Mrs.Waltham well ?' 'Quite, thank you.' 'And your brother ?' 'Alfred never had anything the matter with him in his life, I believe,' she answered, with a laugh.
'Fortunate fellow! Will you lend me the glass ?' She held it to him, and at the same moment her straying eye caught a glimpse of white smoke, far off.
'There comes the train!' she exclaimed.

'You will be able to see it between these two hills.' Hubert looked and returned the glass to her, but she did not make use of it.
'Does he walk over from Agworth ?' was Hubert's next question.
'Yes.

It does him good after a week of Belwick.' 'There will soon be little difference between Belwick and Wanley,' rejoined Hubert, drily.
Adela glanced at him; there was sympathy and sorrow in the look.
'I knew it would grieve you,' she said.
'And what is your own feeling?
Do you rejoice in the change as a sign of progress ?' 'Indeed, no.

I am very, very sorry to have our beautiful valley so spoilt.

It is only--' Hubert eyed her with sudden sharpness of scrutiny; the look seemed to check her words.
'Only what ?' he asked.