Fairholme saluted very solemnly, for Agatha bowed to him with marked seriousness.

But when his gravity and his stiff silk hat were at their highest point she darted a mocking smile at him, and he too blushed, all the deeper because he was enraged with himself for doing so.
"Did you ever see such a pair of fools ?" whispered Jane, giggling.
"They cannot help their sex.

They say women are fools, and so they are; but thank Heaven they are not quite so bad as men! I should like to look back and see Pharaoh passing Gertrude; but if he saw me he would think I was admiring him; and he is conceited enough already without that." The two curates became redder and redder as they passed the column of young ladies.

Miss Lindsay would not look to their side of the road, and Miss Wilson's nod and smile were not quite sincere.

She never spoke to curates, and kept up no more intercourse with the vicar than she could not avoid.