"Who are they?" asked Lucy.
"Our rector and his sister."
"Is he unmarried?" enquired Lucy, with increasing interest.
"Yes," replied Mabel, smiling, "but not very young."
"But still marriageable, I suppose?"
"Barely," said Mabel, "at least, I do not think he would consider himself so now. Why, he must be nearly seventy."
"Then who was that fine young man that was walking down the road just now, with light whiskers, and a military air. I did not expect to see such a handsome, distingué looking young man down in the country here."
"That is Mr. Ware's nephew," said Mabel.
"Oh! then he does live here—what is his name?"