The vicar's anxious hint was useless.

She could contain herself no longer.

She had watched them from the vicarage come down the fell together, had seen cross the stepping stones, lingeringly, hand in hand.
'My dear Catherine!' she cried, effusively kissing Catherine's glowing cheek under the shelter of the laurustinus that made a bower of the gate.

'My _dear_ Catherine!' Catherine gazed at her in astonishment Mrs.Thornburgh eyes were all alive, and swarming with questions.

If it had been Rose she would have let them out in one fell flight.