'But the suspicion of a shadow, Mr.Stuart Rem! You will not permit it ?' He stated, that his friend Buttermore might have influence.
Dorothea said: 'When I think of Mr.Posterley's addiction to ceremonial observances, and to matrimony, I cannot but think of a sentence that fell from Mr.Durance one day, with reference to that division of our Church: he called it:--you frown! and I would only quote Mr.Durance to you in support of your purer form, as we hold it to be--with the candles, the vestments, Confession, alas! he called it, "Rome and a wife."' Mr.Stuart Rem nodded an enforced assent: he testily dismissed mention of Mr.Durance, and resumed on Mr.Posterley.
The good ladies now, with some of their curiosity appeased, considerately signified to him, that a young maiden was present.
The young maiden had in heart stuff to render such small gossip a hum of summer midges.

She did not imagine the dialogue concerned her in any way.

She noticed Mr.Stuart Rem's attentive scrutiny of her from time to time.

She had no sensitiveness, hardly a mind for things about her.
To-morrow she was to see Captain Dartrey.

She dwelt on that prospect, for an escape from the meshes of a painful hour--the most woeful of the hours she had yet known-passed with Judith Marsett: which dragged her soul through a weltering of the deeps, tossed her over and over, still did it with her ideas.