"Why! Fancy! And it was only yesterday! Whoever would have expected! I never was more astonished! And tea just ready! How fortunate! Just fancy you meeting the Canon!" The Canon seemed, to Seymour, greatly mellowed by comfort and prosperity; there was even the possibility of corpulence in the not distant future.

He was, indeed, a proper Canon.
"And who," said Seymour, "has Clinton St.Mary now ?" "One of the Trenchards," said Mr.Lasher.

"As you know, a very famous old Glebeshire family.

There are some younger cousins of the Garth Trenchards, I believe.

You know of the Trenchards of Garth?
No?
Ah, very delightful people.