“Of course he said, ‘Hum, ha!’ first, a good many times; and we laughed at each other, under our breath, and were very happy.  And then he said, ’Miles Merryweather, my dear!  Excellent person!  Heard he had taken the old house, but had no idea he was coming so soon.  Eminent scientific man, manager of the new chemical works at Brompton, over yonder.  Met him once, some years ago; glad to renew the acquaintance.  Large family, I see, yes, yes; hum, ha!  Boy about Hugh’s age; inferior to him in intellect, my dear, I’ll bet a—­I should be tolerably certain.  Astonishing lad, my Hugh!  Ha!  Mrs. Merryweather, presumably; literary, I hear, and that sort of thing.  Don’t care for literary people myself; prefer their books; but looks amiable.  Pretty girl that, Hilda, my dear! the tall slip with the fair hair!  Yes, yes!  “A pretty girl’s the noblest work of”—­you remember?  What’s that?  “An honest man,” in the original?  Now, will you hear this girl setting her elders to rights?  I wonder what your mother was thinking of when she brought you up, young woman!’ and so on, and so on, in his own delightful way.  Really, mammina, from what he said, we are going to have a great acquisition to the little neighbourhood.  We must call as soon as it would be in any way decent, mustn’t we?  Oh, but wait!  I must tell you the end.  We had been so interested in watching the children, and in seeing them go tumbling down and up into the house, that we had lost sight of Mr. Merryweather himself.  I suppose he must have driven round to the stable and left the horses there; for suddenly, almost in our ears, we heard a deep voice saying, ’A fine hedge, but needs clipping badly; we must set the boys to work in the morning.’  We started back as if we had been shot.  Colonel Ferrers turned purple, and I felt every colour in the rainbow flooding my cheeks.  We made sure we had been seen or heard, and I think Colonel Ferrers was on the point of stepping forward like a soldier, and apologizing; but I held his arm for a moment, in pure cowardice, and the next moment we saw Mr. and Mrs. Merryweather, arm in arm, gazing calmly at the hedge, and evidently unconscious of any guilty crouchers on the other side.  Oh, mammy! if you could have seen us stealing away, how you would have laughed.  The Colonel is not very light, you know, bless him! and to see him mincing along on the tips of his dear toes, scarcely daring to draw breath, still purple with embarrassment and suppressed laughter, and looking over his shoulder at every step, as if he expected to see Mr. Merryweather come bursting through the hedge in pursuit,—­oh, it was too funny!  When we got round the corner we both sat down on the steps and giggled, like two infants; and then he said he was deeply ashamed of me, and bade me go in and make confession to you for both of us.  So now I have done it, dear madam, and you are to forgive all our sins, negligences and ignorances, please, and the Colonel is coming to tea, with his compliments.”