"I'll walk over on Sunday. I don't suppose he objects to Sunday calls."
"Not on the ground that he wants to go to church, at all events," remarked Mrs. Delane.
"Perhaps he goes to chapel, mamma."
"Oh, no, my dear, he doesn't do that." Mrs. Delane was determined to be just.
"Well, he was the son of a Dissenting minister, mamma. The Critic said so."
"I wonder what his father thinks of him," said the Squire, with a slight chuckle, not knowing that death had spared Dale's father all chance of trouble on his son's score.
"Mrs. Roberts told me," said Janet, "that her husband had been to see him, and liked him awfully."
"I think Roberts had better have waited," the Squire remarked, with a little frown. "In his position he ought to be very careful what he does."
"Oh, it will be all right if you call, papa."
"It would have been better if he had let me go first."