Dolly.

"Oh!" said she, "I've just been sewn up."

I reflected that this was my case also in another sense, but asked
feebly if she knew the way downstairs.

She didn't; neither of us did, till at length we met Mrs. Smith coming
to look for her.

If I had been a burglar she could not have regarded me with graver
suspicions. But at any rate /she/ knew the way downstairs. And there
to my joy I found my old friend Scroope and his wife, both of them
grown stout and elderly, but as jolly as ever, after which the Smith
family ceased to trouble me.

Also there was the rector of the parish, Dr. Jeffreys and an absurdly
young wife whom he had recently married, a fluffy-headed little thing
with round eyes and a cheerful, perky manner. The two of them together
looked exactly like a turkey-cock and a chicken. I remembered him well
enough and to my astonishment he remembered me, perhaps because Lady
Ragnall, when she had hastily invited him to meet the Smith family,
mentioned that I was coming. Lastly there was the curate, a dark,
young man who seemed to be always brooding over the secrets of time
and eternity, though perhaps he was only thinking about his dinner or
the next day's services.

Well, there we stood in that well-remembered drawing-room in which
first I had made the acquaintance of Harut and Marut; also of the
beautiful Miss Holmes as Lady Ragnall was then called. The Scroopes,