“But where could you hear it?” cried Miss Bates. “Where could you possibly hear it, Mr. Knightley? For it is not five minutes since I received Mrs. Cole’s note⁠—no, it cannot be more than five⁠—or at least ten⁠—for I had got my bonnet and spencer on, just ready to come out⁠—I was only gone down to speak to Patty again about the pork⁠—Jane was standing in the passage⁠—were not you, Jane?⁠—for my mother was so afraid that we had not any salting-pan large enough. So I said I would go down and see, and Jane said, ‘Shall I go down instead? for I think you have a little cold, and Patty has been washing the kitchen.’⁠—‘Oh! my dear,’ said I⁠—well, and just then came the note. A Miss Hawkins⁠—that’s all I know. A Miss Hawkins of Bath. But, Mr. Knightley, how could you possibly have heard it? for the very moment Mr. Cole told Mrs.