Nor did he know why Gifford and the rector talked so long with the doctor on the broad flat stone at the front door, in the fragrant spring twilight.

Afterwards he beckoned Gifford to him.
He did not quite like, he said, to leave his rod out over night; he could go and get it in the morning, he knew, but if it wouldn't be too much trouble, he would be obliged if Gifford would bring it in.

And there were two trout in the basket: perhaps he would be good enough to present them, with his compliments, to the Misses Woodhouse.

Gifford went for the rod, but could not go back without an inquiry at the rectory.
"Arabella Forsythe," said Mrs.Dale,--"well, as I told brother, I think this is her opportunity.

She really is in a bad way, Giff.