What a hum and buzz pervaded the stable-yard! There was a coach-house with all its great doors open, and the rows of girls awakening from their first shy and hungry silence into laughter and talking. There were big urns and fountains steaming, active hands filling cups, all the cousins, all their congeners, and four or five clergymen acting as waiters, Aunt Adeline pouring out tea a the upper table for any associate who had time to swallow it, and Constance Hacket talking away to a sandy-haired curate, without so much as seeing her friend! Only Wilfred, at sight of his cousin again, getting up a violent mock cough, declaring that he thought she had gone to bed with congealed lungs or else Brown Titus, as the old women called it. His mother, however, heard the cough--which, indeed, was too remarkable a sound not to attract any one--and with a short, sharp word to him to take care, she put Dolores down under Aunt Ada’s wing, and provided her with a lovely peach and a delicious Bath bun. Constance just looked up and nodded, saying, ‘You dear little thing, I couldn’t think what was become of you,’ and then went on with her sandy curate, about--what was it?--Dolores know not, only that it seemed very interesting, and she was left out of it. Down came the rain, a hopeless downpour, and there was a consultation among the elders, some laughing, some doubtful looks, and at last Harry, with Macrae and one of the curates, disappeared. Then grace was sung, and speeches followed--one by the rector, Mr. Leadbitter, fatherly and prosy;--a paper read by the Branch Secretary, about affairs in general; and a very amusing speech by Miss Mohun, full of anecdotes of example and warning. ‘You know,’ she said, ‘all the school story-books end--when the grown up books marry their people--with the good girl going out to service under her young lady, and there she lives happy ever after! But some of us know better! We don’t know how far the marrying ones always do live very happy ever after--’ ‘For shame, Jenny!’ muttered Lady Merrifield.