"I just turned into the cottage when he was out of sight, for I was thirsty, and asked for a glass of water, and I saw the child. I declare I would not be uncharitable, but I thought it monstrous like—you know whom!"
"Gracious! you don't say—"
"I asked the woman 'if it was hers?' and she said 'No,' but was very short."
"Dear me, I must find this out! What is the name of the village?"
"Covedale."
"Oh, I know—I know."
"Not a word of this; I dare say there is nothing in it. But I am not much in favour of your new lights."
"Nor I neither. What better than the good old Church of England?"
"Madam, your sentiments do you honour; you'll be sure not to say anything of our little mystery."
"Not a syllable."