"Well, Miss Josling, and how d’you like the idea of parting with your young man? Ain’t cher afraid of his goin’ off so far, and all among savages and wild beasts too, same as ’e was tellin’ on? It’s all right and proper as how he should carry the news of the Gospel to them pore naked blacks, but as I says to Garrett, I says, ’’E don’t ought to go and engage ’isself before’and to a girl as ’e mayn’t never come back to marry, and as ’ll spend the best years of ’er life a-waitin’ an’ a-waitin’ and cryin’ ’er eyes put to no use.’ However, ’t ain’t any business of mine, an’ I s’pose you’ve set your heart upon ’im now, and won’t thank me for bein’ so outspoken....? "I’m sure ’e’s come back from London _quite_ the gentleman; and lor’! ’Ow proud ’is mother _did_ look while ’e was a-preachin’. An’ ’e _can_ preach, too! ’Alf the words ’e used was Greek to me.... S’pose they _was_ Greek, if it comes to that"—she laughed fatly—"Though why th’ Almighty should like Greek and Latin better’n plain English, or even ’Ebrew, is what I never could understand.... "And to think as I remember ’im, as it on’y seems the other day, comin’ in on the sly to buy a ’aporth of sugar-candy at our shop. ’Is mother never liked ’is eatin’ between meals an’ ’e always ’ad to keep ’is bit o’ candy ’idden away in ’is pocket till ’e was out of ’er sight.... I’m sure for my part I wonder _’ow_ she can bring ’erself to part with ’im, ’e bein’ ’er on’y son, and she so fond of ’im too. But then she always set ’er ’eart on ’is bein’ a gentleman, and give ’im a good eddication.... ’Ow’s father and mother?..." "Oh quite well, thank you," replied Lucy, wondering why John was stopping so long and exposing her to this tiresome garrulity and the hatefulness of having her private affairs discussed in a loud tone for the benefit of the Sunday strollers of Tilehurst. "They would have come over from Aldermaston to hear John preach, but father cannot bear to take his eyes off the hay till it’s all carried, and mother’s alone now because my sisters are away.... I just came by myself to the Baineses’ for the day.... "And, Mrs. Garrett," continued Lucy, a slight flush rising to her cheek, "I don’t think you quite understand about my engagement to John Baines. I—I—am not at all to be pitied. You rather ought to congratulate me. First, because I am very—er—fond of him and proud of his dedicating his life to such a work, and, secondly, because there is no question of my waiting years and years before I get married. John goes out this month and I shall follow six or seven months afterwards—just to give him time to get our home ready. We shall be married out there, at a place called Unguja, where there is a Consulate...."