He is sure of his uncle's church if flattery can secure it." Just then several ladies passed near them, and Mrs.Nailor, seeing an opportunity to impart further knowledge, with a slight nod moved off to scatter her information and inquiries, and Keith, having made his adieus to Mrs.Wentworth, withdrew.

He was not in a happy frame of mind over what he had heard.
The next visit that Keith paid required more thought and preparation than that to the Wentworth house.

He had thought of it, had dreamed of it, for years.

He was seized with a sort of nervousness when he found himself actually on the avenue, in sight of the large brown-stone mansion which he knew must be the abode of Miss Alice Yorke.
He never forgot the least detail of his visit, from the shining brass rail of the outside steps and the pompous little hard-eyed servant in a striped waistcoat and brass buttons, who looked at him insolently as he went in, to the same servant as he bowed to him obsequiously as he came out.

He never forgot Alice Yorke's first appearance in the radiance of girlhood, or Mrs.Yorke's affable imperviousness, that baffled him utterly.
The footman who opened the door to Keith looked at him with keenness, but ended in confusion of mind.