'I'm glad of that,' she smiled, 'for I do believe I own the worst.'
'What—Price's do you mean?'
She nodded.
'Ah!' he exclaimed, and seemed to be thinking. 'I wasn't sure whether that belonged to you or your father. I'm afraid it isn't quite the best of properties. But perhaps I'd better say nothing about that. We had a grand meeting last night. Our little cornet-player quite lived up to his reputation, don't you think?'
'Quite,' she said faintly.
'You enjoyed the meeting?'
'No,' she blurted out, dismayed but resolute to be honest.
There was a silence.
'But you were at the early prayer-meeting this morning, I hear.'
She said nothing while they took a dozen paces, and then murmured, 'Yes.'