I'm afraid it may be some hidden scandal--" Further speculations on his part were interrupted by the entrance of Mrs.Rossmore, who thought rightly that the quickest way to get rid of her unwelcome visitors was to hurry downstairs as quickly as possible.
"Miss Deetle--Mr.Deetle.

I am much honoured," was her not too effusive greeting.
The Reverend Pontifex, anxious to make a favourable impression, was all smiles and bows.

The idea of a possible scandal had for the moment ceased to worry him.
"The honour is ours," he stammered.

"I--er--we--er--my sister Jane and I called to--" "Won't you sit down ?" said Mrs.Rossmore, waving him to a chair.
He danced around her in a manner that made her nervous.
"Thank you so much," he said with a smile that was meant to be amiable.

He took a seat at the further end of the room and an awkward pause followed.