They had dined early, and at ten o'clock there was what Mrs.Shand called a little bit of supper.

They were all of them high in heart, and very happy,--testifying their affection to the departing ones by helping them to the nicest bits, and by filling their tumblers the fullest.

How it happened, no one could have said, but it did happen that, before the evening was over, Maria and Caldigate were together in a little room behind the front parlour.

What still remained of their luggage was collected there, and this last visit had probably been made in order that the packages might be once more counted.
'It does seem so odd that you should be going,' she said.
'It is so odd to me that I should ever have come.' 'We had always heard of you since Dick went to Cambridge.' 'I knew that there were so many of you, and that was all.

Brothers never talk of their sisters, I suppose.