"I have only lately come down from seeing Orchard," she said. "Oh, by the way, Dinah," she added, turning to the girl, "Vivian came back with you from Brighton?"
"No," said Dinah crossly; "he had to see someone, and will not be back until late. I came home myself, and passed through the village to see Jerry making love to that horrid girl. And Jerry had the coolness to follow me."
"Only to explain," urged Jerry. "Come, Dinah, don't be silly. I know the lady only a little; she is on one of the papers belonging to our editorial firm, and does the fashion column."
"She might dress better, then," retorted Dinah crossly, and determined not to be appeased. "I saw cheapness in every line of her dress."
"Ah," said Jerry artfully, "she cannot set off a dress like you."
"Don't be silly," cried Miss Paslow, but smiled for all that.
"What is this lady's name?" asked Beatrice.
"Lady!"--Dinah tossed her head--"when her father is a shepherd, and, I dare say, a very bad one."
"Miss Maud Carr is her name," said Mr. Snow, ignoring Dinah, much to her wrath.
"Maud!" Beatrice remembered that this was also the name of Vivian's dead wife, and again wondered at the long arm of coincidence.