As often as her eyes fell upon the governess's face, they rested there for a moment, searchingly, as if with endeavour to recall some memory.
'Who is responsible for your vegetarianism ?' Wilfrid asked.

'Is Mr.
Cresset preaching the doctrine ?' 'No, Mr.Cresset is not preaching the doctrine,' was the reply, in a tone which evidently contained reference to previous dissensions.
'Surely there is nothing offensive in the suggestion ?' remarked the young man mildly.
'Yes, there is something offensive.

Your references to Mr.Cresset are always offensive.' 'You do me injustice.

Aunt, I take you to witness, didn't I praise ungrudgingly a sermon of his we heard last Christmas ?' 'I remember quite well,' said Beatrice; 'you regarded it as extraordinary that anything good could come from that source, Mr.Athel, I take you to witness, wasn't that his tone ?' 'Patty,' interposed Mrs.Rossall, 'do change your place and sit between those two; they never can be next each other without quarrelling.' Breakfast drew out to unusual length.

Miss Redwing was full of the season's news, and Mrs.Rossall's reviving interest in such vanities scarcely affected concealment.