"I rather think I do remember."
"Paul, how did you ever dare?"
"I was in the mood to dare anything that day."
"And did he answer; but of course he did."
"Yes—he answered. Though not right away."
"Was it a nice letter? Did he mind your having written? Paul, you didn't ask him to send you—these," Hilary waved her hand rather vaguely.
"Hardly—he did that all on his own. It wasn't a bad sort of letter, I'll tell you about it by and by. We can go to the manor in style now, can't we—even if father can't spare Fanny. Bedelia's perfectly gentle, I've driven her a little ways once or twice, to make sure. Father insisted on going with me. We created quite a sensation down street, I assure you."
"And Mrs. Dane said," Patience cut in, "that in her young days, clergymen didn't go kiting 'bout the country in such high-fangled rigs."
"Never mind what Mrs. Dane said, or didn't say," Pauline told her.
"Miranda says, what Mrs. Dane hasn't got to say on any subject, wouldn't make you tired listening to it."