"If I had stayed a moment longer I should have said so.
For once I got out of the room in time." Hester's attic was blisteringly hot.

It was over the kitchen, and through the open window came the penetrating aroma of roast mutton newly wedded to boiled cabbage.

Hester had learned during the last six months all the variations of smells, evil, subtle, nauseous, and overpowering, of which the preparation of food--and, still worse, the preparation of chicken food--is capable.

She seized her white hat and umbrella and fled out of the house.
She moved quickly across a patch of sunlight, looking, with her large white, pink-lined umbrella, like a travelling mushroom on a slender stem, and only drew rein in the shady walk near the beehives, where the old gardener, Abel, was planting something large in the way of "runners" or "suckers," making a separate hole for each with his thumb.
Abel was a solid, pear-shaped man, who passed through life bent double over the acre of Vicarage garden, to which he committed long lines of seeds, which an attentive Providence brought up in due season as "curly kebbidge" or "salary" or "sparrow-grass." Abel had his back towards Hester, and only the corduroy half of him was visible as he stooped over his work.

Occasionally he could be induced to straighten himself, and--holding himself strongly at the hinge with earth-ingrained hands--to discourse on polities and religion, and to opine that our policy in China was "neither my eye nor my elber." "The little lady," as he called Hester, had a knack of drawing out Abel; but to-day, as he did not see her, she slipped past him, and, crossing the church-yard, sat down for a moment in the porch to regain her breath, under the card of printed texts offered for the consideration of his flock by their young pastor.
"How dreadful is this place! This is none other but the house of God," was the culling from the Scriptures which headed the selection.[A] Hester knew that card well, though she never by any chance looked at it.
She had offended her brother deeply by remonstrating, or, as he called it, by "interfering in church matters," when he nailed it up.