"Is he young ?" she asked.
He hesitated, "Not very." "Married ?" questioned Mrs.Ingleton, with the air of a ferret pursuing its quarry down a hole.
"No," said the squire, somewhat reluctantly.
"Ah!" said Mrs.Ingleton, in a tone of satisfaction.
"Won't you have some tea ?" said Sylvia's grave voice behind them.
Mrs.Ingleton wheeled.

"Bless the child!" she exclaimed.

"She has a face as long as a fiddle.

Let us have tea by all means.

I am as hungry as a hunter.