"The parson, for one."
"And who else?"
"Well," said Sabina, rather reluctantly, "I won't say that there's any one else. But the parson's been at me more than once, and he keeps his eye upon me and preaches at me in church—and I won't stand it!"
"Why do you go to church?" said Mrs. Vane with a faint sneer.
"Because, if I don't, people would say I wasn't respectable," snapped Miss Meldreth; "and it's no good flying in their faces that way."
"Oh! Then you wish to be thought respectable?"
"Yes, I do; and, what's more, so do you, Mrs. Vane, in your own way. You're too high and mighty, and pretend to be too ill to have to go to church; but, if you was me, and heard what folks say of them that stop away, you'd go yourself."
"Possibly," said Flossy; "we are in different circumstances. Now tell me—why has Mr. Evandale questioned you?"
"Because of what he heard when mother lay dying, of course. I wrote and warned you at the time."
"You should have said more then. You should have come and told me the whole story. Tell it me now."