I never heard of them before--until now.

Why should I go to them?
Do they want me?
Have they asked me ?" Mr.Wordley coughed discreetly.

They certainly had not asked her, but he felt quite assured that an individual whose reputation for sanctity stood so high could not be so deficient in charity as to refuse a home to his orphan cousin.
"They have not sent you any definite invitation yet, but they will be sure to want you to go and stay with them, for a time, at any rate; and I think you ought to go." "I do not think I should like it," said Ida, but indifferently, as if the question were of no moment.

"I would rather stay here" Mr.Wordley polished his glasses very intently.
"I am afraid you'd find it very lonely at the Hall, my dear," he said.
"In fact, I don't think you could remain here by yourself," he added, evading the direct gaze of the great, sad eyes.
"I should feel lonely anywhere," she said.

"More lonely with people I don't know, probably, than I should feel here, with Jessie and Jason--and--and the dogs." "Well, well, we can't discuss the question now, and will endeavour to act for the best, my dear," said the old man, still intent upon his glasses.