But Mary stuck to the subject a moment longer.
"You can't want him to get in, though ?" she said in a puzzled voice, as she led the way to the little sitting-room across the passage, and took her workbasket out of the cupboard.

"It was only the week before last Mr.Raeburn was speaking at the schoolroom for Mr.Dodgson.You weren't there, Marcella ?" "No," said Marcella, shortly.

"I thought you knew perfectly well, Mary, that Mr.Raeburn and I don't agree politically.

Certainly, I hope Mr.
Wharton will get in!" Mary opened her eyes in wonderment.

She stared at Marcella, forgetting the sock she had just slipped over her left hand, and the darning needle in her right.
Marcella laughed.
"I know you think that two people who are going to be married ought to say ditto to each other in everything.