From a guide-book, with which he had amused himself in the train, he knew that one of the churches of Exeter was dedicated to St.Sidwell, but only now did his recollection apprise him of a long past acquaintance with the name of the saint.

Had not Buckland Warricombe a sister called Sidwell?
And--did he only surmise a connection between the Warricombes and Devon?
No, no; on that remote day, when he went out with Buckland to the house near Kingsmill, Mr.
Warricombe spoke to him of Exeter,--mentioning that the town of his birth was Axminster, where William Buckland, the geologist, also was born; whence the name of his eldest son.

How suddenly it all came back! He rose and moved apart to a spot whence he might quietly observe the strangers.

'Sidwell', once remarked, could not be confused with the companion of her own age; she was slimmer, shorter (if but slightly), more sedate in movement, and perhaps better dressed--though both were admirable in that respect.

Ladies, beyond a doubt.