'No,' she said again.

'I can't imagine what you mean.' Mrs.Thornburgh felt a rush of inward contempt for so much obtuseness.
'Well, then, _he is in love with Catherine!_' she said abruptly, laying her hand on Mrs.Leyburn's knee, and watching the effect.
'With Catherine!' stammered Mrs.Leyburn; '_with Catherine!_' The idea was amazing to her.

She took up her knitting with trembling fingers, and went on with it mechanically a second or two.

Then laying it down--'Are you quite sure?
has he told you ?' 'No, but one has eyes,' said Mrs.Thornburgh hastily.

'William and I have seen it from the very first day.