What is your aunt's name ?" Isabel, still resting her hand on Robert's arm, felt it tremble a little as Hardyman made this last inquiry.

If she had been speaking to one of her equals she would have known how to dispose of the question without directly answering it.

But what could she say to the magnificent gentleman on the stately horse?
He had only to send his servant into the village to ask who the young lady from London was staying with, and the answer, in a dozen mouths at least, would direct him to her aunt.

She cast one appealing look at Moody and pronounced the distinguished name of Miss Pink.
"Miss Pink ?" Hardyman repeated.

"Surely I know Miss Pink ?" (He had not the faintest remembrances of her.) "Where did I meet her last ?" (He ran over in his memory the different local festivals at which strangers had been introduced to him.) "Was it at the archery meeting?
or at the grammar-school when the prizes were given?
No?
It must have been at the flower show, then, surely ?" It _had_ been at the flower show.