I think she was considering me as a possible canvasser--an infinitesimal thing, but of a kind possibly worth remembrance at the next General Election.
"No," I said, "I've never been here before." "Etchingham is only three miles away." It was new to me to be looked upon as worth consideration for my place-name.

I realised that Miss Churchill accorded me toleration on its account, that I was regarded as one of the Grangers of Etchingham, who had taken to literature.
"I met your aunt yesterday," Miss Churchill continued.

She had met everybody yesterday.
"Yes," I said, non-committally.

I wondered what had happened at that meeting.

My aunt and I had never been upon terms.