You ought to go to them all." "Really, Mary! How am I to lift you out of this squaw theory of matrimony?
Allow me to inform you that the following evening I am going to one of Mr.Wharton's--here in the schoolroom!" She enjoyed her friend's disapproval.
"By yourself, Marcella?
It isn't seemly!" "I shall take a maid.

Mr.Wharton is going to tell us how the people can--get the land, and how, when they have got it, all the money that used to go in rent will go in taking off taxes and making life comfortable for the poor." She looked at Mary with a teasing smile.
"Oh! I dare say he will make his stealing sound very pretty," said Mary, with unwonted scorn, as she opened the front door for her friend.
Marcella flashed out.
"I know you are a saint, Mary," she said, turning back on the path outside to deliver her last shaft.

"I am often not so sure whether you are a Christian!" Then she hurried off without another word, leaving the flushed and shaken Mary to ponder this strange dictum.
* * * * * Marcella was just turning into the straight drive which led past the church on the left to Mellor House, when she heard footsteps behind her, and, looking round, she saw Edward Hallin.
"Will you give me some lunch, Miss Boyce, in return for a message?
I am here instead of Aldous, who is very sorry for himself, and will be over later.

I am to tell you that he went down to the station to meet a certain box.

The box did not come, but will come this afternoon; so he waits for it, and will bring it over." Marcella flushed, smiled, and said she understood.