"
She looked up at the vicar and his son, calmly scrutinizing first one
and then the other, and they stood looking down at her; and each time
her eyes rested on Robin they found his staring at her with the
frankest expression of surprise and admiration.
"Pardon me," said the vicar, "if I seem inquisitive, but is it one of
the Symford cottages your uncle wishes to buy? I did not know any were
for sale."
"It's that one by the gate," said Priscilla, slightly turning her head
in its direction.
"Is it for sale? Dear me, I never knew Lady Shuttleworth sell a
cottage yet."
"I don't know yet if she wants to," said Priscilla; "but Fr--, my
uncle, will give any price. And I must have it. I shall--I shall be
ill if I don't."
The vicar gazed at her upturned face in perplexity. "Dear me," he
said, after a slight pause.
"We must live somewhere," remarked Priscilla.
"Of course you must," said Robin, suddenly and so heartily that she
examined his eager face in more detail.
"Quite so, quite so," said the vicar. "Are you staying here at
present?"
"Never at the Cock and Hens?" broke in Robin.
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