I am abundantly--content.' Mrs.Leyburn gazed down on her with infinite perplexity.

The brown hair, escaped from the cap, had fallen about her still pretty neck, a pink spot of excitement was on each gently hollowed cheek; she looked almost younger than her pale daughter.
'But--he is very nice,' she said timidly.

'And he has a good living.
Catherine, you ought to be a clergyman's wife.' 'I ought to be, and I am your daughter,' said Catherine smiling, a little with an unsteady lip, and kissing her hand.
Mrs.Leyburn sighed and looked straight before her.

Perhaps in imagination she saw the vicar's wife.

'I think--I think,' she said very seriously, 'I should like it.' Catherine straightened herself brusquely at that.