"I should like to see her,--shouldn't you, Mr.Gibson ?" "I always like to see a pretty woman," said Mr.Gibson, with a polite bow, which the sisters shared between them.
"I suppose she'll go to church," said Camilla.
"Very likely not," said Arabella.

"Ladies of that sort very often don't go to church.

I dare say you'll find that she'll never stir out of the place at all, and that not a soul in Nuncombe will ever see her except the gardener.

It is such a thing for a woman to be separated from her husband! Don't you think so, Mr.Gibson ?" "Of course it is," said he, with a shake of his head, which was intended to imply that the censure of the church must of course attend any sundering of those whom the church had bound together; but which implied also by the absence from it of any intense clerical severity, that as the separated wife was allowed to live with so very respectable a lady as Mrs.Stanbury, there must probably be some mitigating circumstances attending this special separation.
"I wonder what he is like ?" said Camilla, after a pause.
"Who ?" asked Arabella.
"The gentleman," said Camilla.
"What gentleman ?" demanded Arabella.
"I don't mean Mr.Trevelyan," said Camilla.
"I don't believe there really is,--eh,--is there ?" said Mr.Gibson, very timidly.
"Oh, dear, yes," said Arabella.
"I'm afraid there's something of the kind," said Camilla.

"I've heard that there is, and I've heard his name." Then she whispered very closely into the ear of Mr.Gibson the words, "Colonel Osborne," as though her lips were by far too pure to mention aloud any sound so full of iniquity.
"Indeed!" said Mr.Gibson.
"But he's quite an old man," said Dorothy, "and knew her father intimately before she was born.