He listened to women's voices speaking on the other side, as one listens to that which in no way concerns oneself.
'It's just like her, stuck up as she is since she came from school, setting herself and her family up to be better than other folks.' 'Perhaps they were out of them at the store,' said a gentler voice.
'Oh, don't tell me.

It's on the sly she's doing it, and then pretending to be grander than other folks.' Then the postmistress came to the window with the required information.
When she saw who was there, she said something else also.
'There's a parcel come for Miss Torrance,--if you happen to be going up that way,' the postmistress simpered.
The student became aware for the first time that his friendship with Miss Torrance was a matter of public interest.

He was not entirely displeased.

'I will take the parcel,' he said.
As he went along the sunny road, he felt so light-hearted that, hardly thinking what he did, he began throwing up the parcel and catching it again in his hands.

It was not large; it was very tightly done up in thick paper, and had an ironmonger's label attached; so that, though he paid small attention, it did not impress him as a thing that could be easily injured.