"I have to say that if you stand chattering here all the morning, we shall never get anything done. I want to speak to you immediately, Eustace, in the other room."
She hurried her husband out into the study, and carefully closed the door upon them.
What then was the Rev. Eustace's amazement to behold his wife suddenly execute a series of capers round the room, which would not have disgraced a coryphée at a Christmas pantomime, but were hardly in keeping with the demure and highly respectable bearing of the wife of the vicar of Sutton-in-the-Wold!
Mr. Daintree began to think that everybody was going mad this morning.
"My dear Marion, what on earth is the matter?"
"Oh, you dear, stupid, blunder-headed old donkey!" exclaimed his wife, finishing her pas seul in front of him, and hugging him vehemently as a finale to the entertainment. "Do you mean to say that you don't see it?"
"See it? See what?" repeated the unfortunate clergyman, in mortal bewilderment, staring at her hard.
"Oh, you dear, stupid old goose! why, it's as plain as daylight. Can't you guess?"
Eustace shook his head dolefully.
"Why, Sir John Kynaston has fallen in love with Vera!"