She was sitting with her tan-stockinged feet firmly planted on the carpet instead of listlessly outstretched, her eyes ominously fixed on the tea-table and seed-cake.
Hester's silly heart nudged her side like an accomplice.
"Who has been here to tea ?" said Mrs.Gresley.

"I met the Pratts and the Thursbys in Westhope." Hester was frightened.

We need to be in the presence of those who judge others by themselves.
"The Bishop was here and Rachel West," she said, coloring.

"They left a few minutes ago." "Well, of all unlucky things, that James and I should have been out.
James, do you hear that?
The Bishop's been while we were away.

And I do declare, Hester," looking again at the table, "you never so much as asked for the silver teapot." "I never thought of it," said Hester, ruefully.