It was too large for them after their daughter's marriage.

It was dusk, and she could not see my face, but she heard my startled exclamation--'Married?
To whom ?' To a Mr.Turold--a very suitable match.

They had been married for some months, and she was expecting a child.
"How she gathered that last piece of information I do not know.

Perhaps she and Mrs.Brunton exchanged letters--women write to one another on the slightest pretexts.

That thought made me cautious.