He is a bachelor--" "Then there is a hope for her," said Nora--"and he always talks a little as though he were singing the Litany." "That's very bad," said Nora; "fancy having a husband to sing the Litany to you always." "Better that, perhaps, than having him always singing something else," said Mrs.
Trevelyan.
It was decided between them that Dorothy's state might on the whole be considered as flourishing, but that Hugh was bound as a brother to go down to Exeter and look after her.

He explained, however, that he was expressly debarred from calling on his sister, even between the hours of half-past nine and half-past twelve on Wednesday mornings, and that he could not see her at all unless he did so surreptitiously.
"If I were you I would see my sister in spite of all the old viragos in Exeter," said Mrs.Trevelyan.

"I have no idea of anybody taking so much upon themselves." "You must remember, Mrs.Trevelyan, that she has taken upon herself much also in the way of kindness, in doing what perhaps I ought to call charity.

I wonder what I should have been doing now if it were not for my Aunt Stanbury." He took his leave, and went at once from Curzon Street to Trevelyan's club, and found that Trevelyan had not been there as yet.

In another hour he called again, and was about to give it up, when he met the man whom he was seeking on the steps.
"I was looking for you," he said.
"Well, here I am." It was impossible not to see in the look of Trevelyan's face, and not to hear in the tone of his voice, that he was, at the moment, in an angry and unhappy frame of mind.