How Miss Austenish it sounded; the managing rector's wife, her still more managing old maid of a sister, the neighboring clergyman who played the flute, the local doctor, and a pretty daughter just out--'Very pretty' sighed 'Mrs.Thornburgh, who was now depressed all round, 'but all flounces and frills and nothing to say'-- and last of all those three sisters, the Leyburns, who seemed to be on a different level, and whom he had heard mentioned so often since his arrival by both husband and wife.
'Tell me about the Miss Leyburns,' he said presently.

'You and cousin William seem to have a great affection for them.

Do they live near ?' 'Oh, quite close,' cried Mrs.Thornburgh brightening at last, and like a great general, leaving one scheme in ruins, only the more ardently to take up another.

'There is the house,' and she pointed out Burwood among its trees.

Then with her eye eagerly fixed upon him she fell into a more or less incoherent account of her favorites.