"Are you under the impression that I'm thinking of marrying your son ?" "I think I've every good reason for believing it!" replied Mrs.Folliot.
"You've none!" retorted Mary, gathering up her work and moving towards the door.

"I've no more intention of marrying Mr.Sackville Bonham than of eloping with the Bishop! The idea's too absurd to--even be thought of!" Five minutes later Mrs.Folliot, heightened in colour, had gone.
And presently Mary, glancing after her across the Close, saw Bryce approaching the gate of the garden..