“To be sure, I’ve heard that the Misses Twettenham have several young ladies there whose parents are in India.”
“Not India, my dear. Henry Bolter has been in the Malay Peninsula. He was at Singapore and then at Penang.”
“And the house in such a terrible muddle!” exclaimed Miss Mary. “Whatever shall I do?”
“What a little world this is,” said the Reverend Arthur. “How strange that Henry Bolter should, so to speak, have friends as near as Mayleyfield!”
“Oh, Arthur, Arthur, you really have no thought whatever! To-day is baking day!”
“I am very glad, my dear Mary! Henry Bolter was always, I remember, fond of new bread. We used to call him Hot-roll Bolter at college.”
“Arthur!”
“Yes, my dear Mary.”
“I really am thankful that you never married! You would have worried any reasonable woman into her grave!”
“I am very sorry. I hope not, my dear Mary! I think if I had ever seen any lady I should have liked to call my wife, my whole study would have been to make her happy!”