Mrs.Nailor now gave Mrs.Yorke a judicious hint.
"You have such a gift for knowing people ?" she said to her, "and your daughter is so like you ?" She showed her even teeth.
Mrs.Yorke was not quite sure what she meant, and she answered somewhat coldly that she was glad that Mrs.Nailor thought so.

Mrs.Nailor soon indicated her meaning.
"The young schoolmaster--he is a schoolmaster in whom your daughter is interested, isn't he?
Yes?
He appears so well-read?
He brought your daughter down the mountain the day her horse ran off with her?
So romantic to make an acquaintance that way--I quite envy you?
There is so little real romance these days! It is delightful to find it ?" She sighed, and Mrs.Yorke thought of Daniel Nailor and his little bald head and round mouth.

"Yes, I quite envy you--and your daughter.

Who is he ?" Mrs.Yorke said he was of a very old and distinguished family.

She gave him a pedigree that would have done honor to a Derby-winner.
"I am so glad," declared Mrs.Nailor.