There was nothing to wonder at, for it was a matter of course that the sisters should visit the school, and there was no need for explanations; but both brother and sisters were agitated, and Rebecca broke out with:
“Yes; we came down to have a little conversation with Miss Thorne upon the subject of—”
“Speak lower, Rebecca,” said the vicar; “we do not wish the children to hear.”
“Exactly, dear Henry,” continued Rebecca. “We came down to advise Miss Thorne, and to—”
“Tell her it was not seemly for her to receive so many gentlemen visitors,” said Beatrice.
“Then Mr Canninge has been here!” said the vicar involuntarily.
“Indeed no, I hope not,” cried Rebecca, while Beatrice turned paler than usual. “Why did you say that?”
The vicar felt that he had made a false move, and he regretted it.
“I met him just now. I thought he might have had a message from Mrs Canninge.”
“We have been speaking seriously to Miss Thorne,” continued Rebecca: “and after a little show of indignation I think she has seen the folly of her ways, and is ready to take our good counsel home to her heart. I am glad that you came, for you can endorse our words. Miss Thorne, after our preparation of the soil, will be ready to hear.”