Mr.Evan Jones was only his curate, and in speaking to him on the matter he could talk as though it were quite the proper thing for a vicar to meet his bishop at the house of a county member.

And one would be inclined to say that it was proper: only why could he not talk of it in the same tone to Lady Lufton?
And then, having kissed his wife and children, he drove off, well pleased with his prospect for the coming ten days, but already anticipating some discomfort on his return.
On the three following days, Mrs.Robarts did not meet her ladyship.
She did not exactly take any steps to avoid such a meeting, but she did not purposely go up to the big house.

She went to her school as usual, and made one or two calls among the farmers' wives, but put no foot within the Framley Court grounds.

She was braver than her husband, but even she did not wish to anticipate the evil day.

On the Saturday, just before it began to get dusk, when she was thinking of preparing for the fatal plunge, her friend, Lady Meredith, came to her.
"So, Fanny, we shall again be so unfortunate as to miss Mr.Robarts," said her ladyship.
"Yes.