He had made no offer churchwards, and,--"Poor man," as Mrs Greenow said in her little explanation, "if I hadn't let him stay there, he would have had no resting-place for the sole of his foot, but some horrid barrack-room!" Therefore the Captain was allowed to find a resting-place in Mrs Greenow's drawing-room; but on the return of the young ladies from church, he was not there, and the widow was alone, "looking back," she said, "to things that were gone;--that were gone.

But come, dears, I am not going to make you melancholy." So they had tea, and Mr Cheesacre's cream was used with liberality.
Captain Bellfield had not allowed the opportunity to slip idly from his hands.

In the first quarter of an hour after the younger ladies had gone, he said little or nothing, but sat with a wine-glass before him, which once or twice he filled from the decanter.

"I'm afraid the wine is not very good," said Mrs Greenow.

"But one can't get good wine in lodgings." "I'm not thinking very much about it, Mrs Greenow; that's the truth," said the Captain.