"Mr.Twentyman comes a great deal to our house now," she said.
"Has he any reason, my dear ?" "He goes with papa once a week to the club; and he sometimes lends my sister Kate a pony.

Kate is very fond of riding." "There is nothing else ?" "He has got to be intimate and I think mamma likes him." "He is a good young man then ?" "Very good;" said Mary with an emphasis.
"And Chowton belongs to him ?" "Oh yes;--it belongs to him." "Some young men make such ducks and drakes of their property when they get it." "They say that he's not like that at all.

People say that he understands farming very well and that he minds everything himself." "What an excellent young man! There is no other reason for his coming to your house, Mary ?" Then the sluice-gates were opened and the whole story was told.
Sitting there late into the night Mary told it all as well as she knew how,--all of it except in regard to any spark of love which might have fallen upon her in respect of Reginald Morton.

Of Reginald Morton in her story of course she did not speak; but all the rest she declared.

She did not love the man.