'Constantine said Mrs. Hennifer had called,' he said.
'Yes. She often does, but it is generally to see me now. Somehow she and Clothilde don't care for each other, though they've known each other for years. Clothilde was at her sister's school in London, and while she was there Mrs. Hennifer married and went out to India.'
'It seemed a strange coincidence that brought them into proximity again here.'
'That was years after. Captain Hennifer left her badly off, and she was glad to get such a delightful sinecure as looking after Cynthia.'
'Where is Miss Marlowe now?'
'In Jersey with the Kerrs. They're all going to winter there together.'
'Perhaps Mrs. Kerr will ask the Canon to join them by and by. I suppose she is his favourite sister.'
'Yes, and particularly as she's Cynthia's friend. But she will scarcely venture to ask him unless Cynthia wishes it. His being with them could only have one meaning, but I fear Cynthia won't wish it. I wish, every one does, that she would marry Canon Tremenheere.'
Above the ridge before them there just then wavered into the air a thin thread of peat reek. Anna saw it and averted her head. But Borlase had seen the rush of colour over face and neck. He put his hand on hers.