“Not now—in the street.”
“Oh, no, when we are by ourselves. Our parlors are lovely now; you will see how I have fixed up things. Father is so delighted to have me home that he will let me do any thing I like.”
Voices behind them and voices before them, now and then a soft, Sunday laugh; through the pauses of Sue’s talk Tessa listened, catching at any thing to keep herself from thinking.
“A rare sermon.”
“It will do me good all the week.”
“The most becoming spring hat I’ve seen.”
“He is very handsome in the pulpit.”
“Come over to tea.”
“I expect to do great things this summer.”