“‘Mr. and Mrs. Mary are said to be contemplating Management again.’”
“Heavens above!”
“‘For the revival of She Stoops to——’”
Crescendo, across the mist-clad Close broke a sorrowful, sated voice.
“You can fasten the window, Sarah,” Canon Sinquier said.
“It’s Miss Biggs!”
“Who could have taught her? How?” the Canon wondered.
Mrs. Sinquier laid down her pen.
“I dread her intimate dinner!” she said.
“Is it to be intimate?”