You remember Tennyson's lines about the old church at Clevedon?
Oh, and what did Monica decide about--about--really, what _was_ I going to ask?
It is so foolish of me to forget that dinner-time has come and gone.

I get so exhausted, and even my memory fails me.' He could doubt no longer.

This poor woman had yielded to one of the temptations that beset a life of idleness and solitude.

His pity was mingled with disgust.
'I only wished to tell you,' he said gravely, 'that we have taken a house at Clevedon--' 'You really _have_!' She clasped her hands together.

'Whereabouts ?' 'Near Dial Hill.' Virginia began a rhapsody which her brother-in-law had no inclination to hear.