"It's a drop of beer," she said. "For yourself, mind, not for Ketler. You want it, I know. Put it under your shawl. It will help down Jelly's scraps."
The woman went away with grateful tears in her eyes. And Mrs. Gass sat on and enjoyed the sunshine. Just then Mary Dallory came by in her little low pony-carriage. She often drove about in it alone. Seeing Mrs. Gass, she drew up. That lady, without any ceremony, went out in her cap and stood talking.
"I hear you have left the Hall, my dear," she said, when the gossip was coming to an end.
"Ages ago," replied Miss Dallory. "Frank is at home again, and wanted me."
"How did you enjoy your visit on the whole?"
"Pretty well. It was not very lively, especially after Sir Nash was taken ill."
"He is better, Mr. Richard tells me," said the elder lady.
"Yes; he sits up now. I went to see him yesterday."
"Captain Bohun looks but poorly still."
"His illness was a bad one. Fancy his having jaundice. I thought it was only old people who had that."