'Which they can't; but they can be confuted.'
'How, by her marrying?'
'Certainly not,' said Clement, from behind, much disconcerting Gertrude.
'I thought him lost in his ecclesiastical organ,' said Cherry, laughing. 'I believe nothing would have roused him but such an enormity with regard to his live Countess Marilda.'
'I merely think,' he protested, 'that Lady Caergwent perceives how much more she can do for the Church as a single woman.'
'I agree,' said Cherry, 'to the unlikelihood of her marrying—most especially, I know whom it won't be, let them have their heads together as much as they will. See them now—not a bit of the view will they see! That's right! prod them with your parasols! Make them look round, or they will miss the great view of the castle and the estuary.'
'Felix will never do that,' said Clement, 'He seems to me to value people according as they appreciate the scenery of the Ewe.'
'He never got over Marilda's knitting all the way up the river.'
'Or Mr. Bruce's saying, "You've a snug little box here, Mr. Underwood, if it wasn't so close to the river." Felix's face was a sight—just as he had got to the turn down the hill, which he says comes as a fresh delight to him whenever he comes home.'
'No wonder, there's nothing like it!' said Gertrude. 'Ah! they have stopped to look.'