‘Is any one coming for it?’
‘I said we would bring it back,’ replied Mary, ‘if you would kindly let us have it.’
‘Why, it is a mile out of your way!’
‘It is moonlight, and we do so enjoy a walk together,’ she answered.
‘Well, Adela,’ said Mrs. Bury, when they were gone with the roll of plaster, ‘I agree that they might be worse—and by a great deal!’
‘Did he speak all the time?’
‘Yes, once. But there are worse faults than silence; and she seems a bonny little woman. Honeymooning still—that moonlight walk too.’
‘I can fancy that it is a treat to escape from Mrs. Morton. She is depths below them in refinement!’
‘On the whole, I think you may be thankful, Adela.’
‘I hope I am. I believe you would soon be intimate with them; but then you always could get on with all sorts of people, and I have a shrinking from getting under the surface—if I could.’