Taking him to her arms in the old way⁠—of which he seemed a little ashamed⁠—she saw no one else.

“There, there, there, Liz, all right my dear. See! Here’s Mr. Headstone come with me.”

Her eyes met those of the schoolmaster, who had evidently expected to see a very different sort of person, and a murmured word or two of salutation passed between them. She was a little flurried by the unexpected visit, and the schoolmaster was not at his ease. But he never was, quite.

“I told Mr. Headstone you were not settled, Liz, but he was so kind as to take an interest in coming, and so I brought him. How well you look!”

Bradley seemed to think so.