I've heard so much of you." Then her eyes went back to the sea.
Her eyes glazed as she looked at the view.
"A little village once," she said, "and now grown...." She rose, taking her napkin with her, and stood by the window.
"Did you quarrel with Timothy ?" Clara asked shyly.

"I should have." Mrs.Durrant came back from the window.
"It gets later and later," she said, sitting upright, and looking down the table.

"You ought to be ashamed--all of you.

Mr.Clutterbuck, you ought to be ashamed." She raised her voice, for Mr.Clutterbuck was deaf.
"We ARE ashamed," said a girl.

But the old man with the beard went on eating plum tart.