Her voice had little failings and uncertainties now and then, but this appeared to come of excessive feeling.
They rose and walked from the wood together.
'Alfred wants us to go to Malvern for a fortnight,' Letty said, when they were near the gates of the Manor.

'We were wondering whether you could come, Adela ?' 'No, I can't leave Wanley,' was the reply.

'My husband'-- she never referred to Mutimer otherwise than by this name--'spoke of the seaside the other day, but we decided not to go away at all.

There is so much to be done.' When Adela went to the drawing-room just before luncheon, she found Alice Mutimer engaged with a novel.

Reading novels had become an absorbing occupation with Alice.