Dear Lady Carbury has recognized me, and is waving her hand." The Rev.George stood on tiptoe as he spoke, and flourished his low-crowned soft felt hat.
During the ensuing greetings Carbury stood silent, looking at the horses with an expression that made the coachman uneasy.

At dinner he ate sedulously, and left the task of entertaining the visitor to his mother and the girls.

The clergyman was at no loss for conversation.

He was delighted with the dinner, delighted with the house, delighted to see the Countess looking so well, and delighted to hear that the tennis party that day had been a pleasant one.

The Earl listened with impatience, and was glad when his mother rose.