She ate some cold fowl which presently appeared, entirely without embarrassment, though two Miss Moggridges sat like dummies and watched her.
"That's an interesting face!" she said presently, pointing to a conspicuous portrait of a young man on the mantelpiece.
"That's Mr.Londonderry," said Mr.Moggridge.
"O! _that's_ Mr.Londonderry, is it ?" she said.

"H'm,...

I hadn't expected him to be so young." "Yes! He's a wonderful young man for his position," said Mr.Moggridge, started on what was now his favourite topic.

"He'll be a great man some day, will Mr.Londonderry." Isabel looked up at Mr.Moggridge with added interest.

Such a genuine interest in great men as his voice betokened was a surprise in him.
Then Mr.Moggridge proceeded to narrate the history of New Zion, told of its former desolation, his lucky advertisement, and its present prosperity.
"Yes, it was a dead-and-alive place was New Zion when we moved in here, wasn't it, missus ?" turning to his wife; "but now, since Mr.Londonderry came, there is always something moving.