Mrs.Harold Smith was not there, much to his satisfaction; and the others who were did not seem to pay any special attention to it.

The subject had lost its novelty, except with the ordinary church congregation, the farmers and labourers of the parish; and the "quality" in the squire's great pew were content to show their sympathy by a moderate subscription.

Miss Dunstable, however, gave a ten-pound note, which swelled up the sum total to a respectable amount--for such a place as Chaldicotes.
"And now I hope I may never hear another word about New Guinea," said Mr.Sowerby, as they all clustered round the drawing-room fire after church.

"That subject may be regarded as having been killed and buried; eh, Harold ?" "Certainly murdered last night," said Mrs.Harold, "by that awful woman, Mrs.Proudie." "I wonder you did not make a dash at her and pull her out of the arm-chair," said Miss Dunstable.

"I was expecting it, and thought that I should come to grief in the scrimmage." "I never knew a lady do such a brazen-faced thing before," said Miss Kerrigy, a travelling friend of Miss Dunstable's.
"Nor I--never; in a public place, too," said Dr.Easyman, a medical gentleman, who also often accompanied her.
"As for brass," said Mr.Supplehouse, "she would never stop at anything for want of that.