"I hope you don't mind my bragging all over the place of the great honour she did me the other day in appearing quite by herself." "Quite by herself?
I say, Mrs.Brook!" Mr.Cashmore flourished on.
It was only now that she noticed him; which she did indeed but by answering Vanderbank.

"She didn't go for YOU I'm afraid--though of course she might: she went because you had promised her Mr.Longdon.

But I should have no more feeling about her going to you--and should expect her to have no more--than about her taking a pound of tea, as she sometimes does, to her old nurse, or her going to read to the old women at the workhouse.

May you never have less to brag of!" "I wish she'd bring ME a pound of tea!" Mr.Cashmore resumed.

"Or ain't I enough of an old woman for her to come and read to me at home ?" "Does she habitually visit the workhouse ?" Mr.Longdon enquired of Mrs.
Brook.
This lady kept him in a moment's suspense, which another contemplation might moreover have detected that Vanderbank in some degree shared.
"Every Friday at three." Vanderbank, with a sudden turn, moved straight to one of the windows, and Mr.Cashmore had a happy remembrance.