Mrs.Miller, the vicar, and some mothers and other chaperons looked on and consumed light refreshments, which were brought out upon trays by Smilash, who had borrowed and put on a large white apron, and was making himself officiously busy.
At a quarter past the hour a message came from Miss Wilson, requesting Miss Wylie's attendance.

The visitors were at a loss to account for the sudden distraction of the young ladies' attention which ensued.

Jane almost burst into tears, and answered Josephs rudely when he innocently asked what the matter was.

Agatha went away apparently unconcerned, though her hand shook as she put aside her racket.
In a spacious drawing-room at the north side of the college she found her mother, a slight woman in widow's weeds, with faded brown hair, and tearful eyes.

With her were Mrs.Jansenius and her daughter.