'Ith he really?' said Miss Nugent. 'The London curateth are tho interething. There ith one at Tht Jameth'th, with a pale face and black hair, and thuch a beautiful voice. Ith Mr Prothero going to Tht Jameth'th?'
'You shall ask him yourself; I daresay he will like you to seem interested.'
'Are you going to Tht Jameth'th, Mr Prothero?' inquired Miss Nugent, when that young man entered the room shortly after.
'I beg your pardon, I do not quite understand what you mean.'
'Mith Gwynne thaid you were going to a London curacy; I thought it might be Tht Jameth'th.'
'I believe not. If I go to London I shall probably be in the city—a very different locality to St James's.'
'Oh! when we are in town we alwayth go to Tht Jameth'th, it ith thuch a nice church.'
Freda perceived that Miss Nugent's interest fell as soon as she found that Rowland was going into the city. She also saw a smile lurking about Rowland's mouth when he said,—
'I have never been in London; but I suppose St James's is one of the fashionable parts.'
'Oh yeth, very. Numberth of grand people go to Tht Jameth'th; don't you with you were going to be curate there instead of the thity?'