What do you say?
You'll look in to-morrow--glad to see you.

Drive on, Davis." "Really, mother, if you stop to speak to every one we won't get to the Manor to-night," gently expostulated Beatrice.
"Well, well, my love, but we don't go to see the Bertrams every day, and when one feels more pleased and gratified than ordinary, it's nice to get the sympathy of one's neighbors.

I do think the people at Northbury are very sympathetic, don't you, Bee ?" "Yes, mother, I think they are," responded the daughter.
"And she took care not to tell her parent of any little lurking doubts which might come to her now and then with regard to the sincerity of those kind neighbors, who so often partook of the hospitality of the Gray House." When they reached the lodge, old Mrs.Tester came out to open the gates.
She nodded and smiled to Beatrice who had often been very kind to her, and Mrs.Meadowsweet bent forward in the cab to ask very particularly about the old woman's rheumatism.

It was at that moment that Beatrice caught sight of a face framed in with jasmine and Virginia creeper, which looked at her from out of an upper casement window in Mrs.
Tester's little lodge.

The face with its half-tamed expression, the eager scrutiny in the eyes, which were almost too bold in their brightness, startled Beatrice and gave her a sense of uneasiness.