The time for the performance of that promise had now arrived.
"You needn't wait, Vance," said the rector.

"Never mind about taking the things away.

I'll ring when you're wanted." Vance gloomily departed.
"Now the young people have left us, Mrs.Peckover," said Doctor Joyce, turning to the clown's wife, "there is a good opportunity for my making a proposition to you, on behalf of my old and dear friend here, Mr.
Blyth, who, as you must have noticed, feels great sympathy and fondness for your little Mary.

But, before I mention this proposal (which I am sure you will receive in the best spirit, however it may surprise you), I should wish--we should all wish, if you have no objection--to hear any particulars you can give us on the subject of this poor child.

Do you feel any reluctance to tell us in confidence whatever you know about her ?" "Oh dear no, sir!" exclaimed Mrs.Peckover, very much amazed.