One never knows.

But the lady's patience is being taxed." It was as well he added that, for his lordship had turned with intent to ask him what he meant.
"Aye! Come, Jenkins.

Get on with your patter.

Gaskell," he called to his man, "stand forward here." Then he took his place beside the lady, who had risen, and stood pale, with eyes cast down and--as Mr.Caryll alone saw--the faintest quiver at the corners of her lips.

This served to increase Mr.Caryll's already considerable cogitations.
The parson faced them, fumbling at his book, Mr.Caryll's eyes watching him with that cold, level glance of theirs.