This was the face of Mrs.Mewling, who had come up from the direction of Wanley and was clearly about to pay a visit at the Manor.

The lady smiled and murmured a greeting as she passed by.
'I suppose Mrs.Mewling is going to see my mother,' said Hubert, who also had lost a little of his naturalness.
A few more words and they again parted.

Nothing further was said of the postponed visit.

Adela hastened homewards, dreading lest she had made a great mistake, yet glad that she had ventured to come.
Her mother was just going out into the garden, where Alfred's voice sounded frequently in laughter or denunciation.

Adela would have been glad to sit alone for a short time, for Mrs.Waltham seemed to wish for her company She had only time to glance at herself in her looking-glass and just press a palm against each cheek.
Alfred was puffing clouds from his briar pipe, but Mutimer had ceased smoking.