"Has she forgiven parson for turning her out of the choir? Can't practise that side-glance at the men no more now."
"She's not that sort, father."
"Not with a face like hers? That girl would rather go hungry than without admiration and flattering. A little peacock, and so vain as one."
"You're wrong there. I'll swear it. She's very different to what you reckon. Why, this very evening, there she was under the Water Stone all alone—walking along by herself just for love of the place. Often goes there, she tells me."
"Very surprised to find you there—eh?"
"That she was. And somehow I got talking—such a silent man as me most times. But I found myself chattering about the bells and one thing and another. We've got a lot more in common than you might think."
Mr. Baskerville smoked and looked into the fire.
"Well, don't be in a hurry. I'm not against marriage for the young men. But bide your time, till you've got more understanding of women."
"I'll never find another like her. I'm sure she'd please you, father."
"You'll be rich in a small way, as the world goes, presently. Remember, she knows that as well as you do."