“I don’t know.  Perhaps that was too hard, or took him away too far.  I suppose some of those army posts are pretty desolate places to live in, and perhaps his wife was afraid of the Indians.”

“He’s got a wife and family, I hear,” said Mrs. Van Dorn.

Both calling ladies were leaning farther and farther towards Mrs. Morris with an absorption of delight.  It was as if the three had their heads together over a honey-pot.

“Mr. Lee said he heard they had a fine turnout,” said Mrs. Lee.

“Mrs. Peel told me that Mr. Peel said the horses never cost less than a thousand,” said Mrs. Van Dorn.

“A thousand!” repeated Mrs. Morris.  “Mr. Morris said horses like those were never bought under twenty-five hundred, and Mr. Morris is a pretty good judge of horse-flesh.”

“Mr. Van Dorn said Dr. Jerrolds told him that Captain Carroll told him he expected to keep an automobile, and was afraid the Ranger stable wouldn’t be large enough,” said Mrs. Van Dorn.

“So I heard,” said Mrs. Lee.

“I hear he pays a very large rent to Mr. Ranger—­the largest rent he has ever got for that house,” said Mrs. Morris.

“Well, I hear he pays fifty dollars a month.”

“Why, he never got more than forty before!” said Mrs. Lee.  “That is, I don’t believe he ever did.”

“I know he didn’t,” said Mrs. Morris, positively.

“Well, it is a handsome place,” said Mrs. Lee.

“Yes, it is, but these new people aren’t satisfied.  They must have been used to pretty grand things where they came from.  They want the stable enlarged, as I said before, and a box-stall.  Mr. Carroll owns a famous trotter that he hasn’t brought here yet, because he is afraid the stable isn’t warm enough.  I heard he wanted steam-heat out there, and a room finished for the coachman, and hard-wood floors all over the house.  They say he has two five-thousand-dollar rugs.”

“The house is let furnished, I thought,” said Mrs. Van Dorn.

“Yes, it is, and the furniture is still there.  The Carrolls don’t want to bring on many of their own things till they are sure the house is in better order.  I heard they talk of buying it.”

“Do you know how much—­” inquired Mrs. Van Dorn, breathlessly, while Mrs. Lee leaned nearer, her eyes protruding, her small thin mouth open, and her white kid fingers interlacing.

“Well, I heard fifteen thousand.”

Both callers gasped.

“Well, it is a great thing for Banbridge to have such people come here and buy real estate and settle, if they are the right sort,” said Mrs. Van Dorn, rising to go; and Mrs. Lee followed her example, with a murmur of assent to the remark.

“Must you go?” said Mrs. Morris, with an undertone of joy, thinking of her carpet up-stairs, and rising with thinly veiled alacrity.

“Have you called?” asked Mrs. Van Dorn, moving towards the door, and gathering up her skirts delicately with her white kid fingers, preparatory to going down the steps.  Mrs. Lee followed, also gathering up her skirts.