‘Yes, very much better,’ said Ethelberta, warming a little. ‘If he were not so suspicious at odd moments I should like him exceedingly. But I must cure him of that by a regular course of treatment, and then he’ll be very nice.’
‘For an old man. He likes you better than any young man would take the trouble to do. I wish somebody else were old too.’
‘He will be some day.’
‘Yes, but—’
‘Never mind: time will straighten many crooked things.’
‘Do you think Lord Mountclere has reached home by this time?’
‘I should think so: though I believe he had to call at the parsonage before leaving Knollsea.’
‘Had he? What for?’
‘Why, of course somebody must—’
‘O yes. Do you think anybody in Knollsea knows it is going to be except us and the parson?’