"I really think there's nothing else, Miss Day."

She prepared to sit down, looking musingly out of the window at Smart's
enjoyment of the rich grass. "Nobody seems to care about me," she
murmured, with large lost eyes fixed upon the sky beyond Smart.

"Perhaps Mr. Shiner does," said Dick, in the tone of a slightly injured
man.

"Yes, I forgot--he does, I know." Dick precipitately regretted that he
had suggested Shiner, since it had produced such a miserable result as
this.

"I'll warrant you'll care for somebody very much indeed another day,
won't you, Mr. Dewy?" she continued, looking very feelingly into the
mathematical centre of his eyes.

"Ah, I'll warrant I shall," said Dick, feelingly too, and looking back
into her dark pupils, whereupon they were turned aside.

"I meant," she went on, preventing him from speaking just as he was going
to narrate a forcible story about his feelings; "I meant that nobody
comes to see if I have returned--not even the vicar."

"If you want to see him, I'll call at the vicarage directly we have had
some tea."

"No, no! Don't let him come down here, whatever you do, whilst I am in
such a state of disarrangement. Parsons look so miserable and awkward