'Don't be absurd, Phoebe.' Phoebe said nothing.

She heard a cry from the baby Carrie, and she hurried across the little garden to the house.

At the same moment there was a shout of greeting from below, and Fenwick came into sight on the steep pitch of lane that led from the high-road to the cottage.
Miss Anna strolled down to meet him.
In the eyes of his old friend, John Fenwick made a very handsome figure as he approached her, his painter's wallet slung over his shoulder.

That something remarkable had happened to him she divined at once.

In moments of excitement a certain foreign look--as some people thought, a _gypsyish_ look--was apt to show itself.