'Millicent her proper name is,' Hannah said quickly, 'but we call her
Milly. My nephew's youngest.'

'Yes, of course,' Twemlow commented, when the Myatt family-tree had been
sketched for him by the united effort of brother and sister, 'I
recollect now you told me in Liverpool that Mr. Stanway was married. Who
did he marry?'

Meshach Myatt pushed back his chair and stood up. 'John catched on to
Knight's daughter, the doctor at Turnhill,' he said, reaching to a
cigar-cabinet on the sideboard. 'Best thing he ever did in his life.
John's among the better end of folk now. People said it were a
come-down for her, but Leonora isn't the sort that comes down. She's got
blood in her. _That_!' He snapped his fingers. 'She's a good bred 'un.
Old Knight's father came from up York way. Ah! She's a cut above Twemlow
& Stanway, is Leonora.'

Twemlow smiled at this persistence of respect for caste.

'Have a weed,' said Meshach, offering him a cigar. 'You'll find it all
right; it's a J.S. Murias. Yes,' he resumed, 'maybe you don't remember
old Knight's sister as had that far house up at Hillport? When she died
she left it to Leonora, and they've lived there this dozen year and
more.'

'Well, I guess she's got a handsome name to her,' Twemlow remarked
perfunctorily, rising and leaving Hannah alone at the table.

'And she's the handsomest woman in the Five Towns: that I do know,' said