One day, to Molly's infinite surprise, Mr Preston was announced as a caller.
Mrs Gibson and she were sitting together in the drawing-room; Cynthia was out - gone into the town a-shopping - when the door was opened, the name given, and in walked the young man.His entrance seemed to cause more confusion than Molly could well account for.He came in with the same air of easy assurance with which he had received them at Ashcombe Manor-house.He looked remarkably handsome in his riding-dress, and with the open-air exercise he had just had.But Mrs Gibson's smooth brows contracted a little at the sight of him, and her reception of him was much cooler than that which she usually gave to visitors.Yet there was a degree of agitation in it, which surprised Molly a little.Mrs Gibson was at her everlasting worsted-work frame when Mr Preston entered the room; but somehow in rising to receive him, she threw down her basket of crewels, and, declining Molly's offer to help her, she would pick up all the reels herself, before she asked her visitor to sit down.He stood there, hat in hand, affecting an interest in the recovery of the worsted which Molly was sure he did not feel; for all the time his eyes were glancing round the room, and taking note of the details in the arrangement.At length they were seated, and conversation began.'It is the first time I have been in Hollingford since your marriage, Mrs Gibson, or I should certainly have called to pay my respects sooner.' 'I know you are very busy at Ashcombe.I did not expect you to call.Is Lord Cumnor at the Towers? I have not heard from her ladyship for more than a week!' 'No! he seemed still detained at Bath.But I had a letter from him giving me certain messages for Mr Sheepshanks.Mr Gibson is not at home, I'm afraid?' 'No.He is a great deal out - almost constantly, I may say.I had no idea that I should see so little of him.A doctor's wife leads a very solitary life, Mr Preston!' 'You can hardly call it solitary, I should think, when you have such a companion as Miss Gibson always at hand,' said he, bowing to Molly.'Oh, but I call it solitude for a wife when her husband is away.Poor Mr Kirkpatrick was never happy unless I always went with him, - all his walks, all his visits, he liked me to be with him.But somehow Mr Gibson feels as if I should be rather in his way.' 'I don't think you could ride pillion behind him on Black Bess, mamma,'