He shook his head. "I can't answer that question," he muttered; and he was as far off from the answer when six months had passed. VOLUME ONE, CHAPTER SEVEN. A TERRIBLE MISTAKE. "Going out for a drive?" "Yes, Mr Bayle; and it was of no use my speaking. No end of things to see to; but the doctor would have me come with him." "I think the doctor was quite right, Mrs Luttrell." "There you are. You see, my dear? What did I tell you? Plants must have air, mustn't they, Bayle?" "Certainly." "I wish you would not talk like that, my dear. I am not a plant." "But you want air," cried the doctor, giving his whip a flick, and making his sturdy cob jump. "Oh! do be careful, my dear," cried Mrs Luttrell nervously as she snatched at the whip. "Oh, yes, I'll be careful. I say, Bayle, I wish you would look in as you go by; I forgot to open the cucumber-frame, and the sun's coming out strong. Just lift it about three inches." "I will," said the curate; and the doctor drove on to see a patient half-a-dozen miles away. "Well, you often tell me I'm a very foolish woman, my dear," said Mrs Luttrell, buttoning and unbuttoning the chaise-apron with uneasy fingers, "but I should not have done such a thing as that." "Thing as what?" cried the doctor. "As to send a gentleman on to our house where Milly's all alone. It doesn't seem prudent." "What, not to ask a friend to look in and lift the cucumber-light?" "But, with Milly all alone; and I never leave her without feeling that something is going to happen." "Pish! fudge! stuff!" cried the doctor. "I never did see such a woman as you are. I declare you think of nothing but courting. You ought to be ashamed of yourself at your time of life." "Now, you ought not to speak like that, my dear. It's very wrong of you, for it's not true. Of course I feel anxious about Millicent, as every prudent woman should." "Anxious! What is there to be anxious about? Such nonsense! Do you think Bayle is a wolf in sheep's clothing?" "No, of course I don't. Mr Bayle is a most amiable, likeable young man, and I feel quite surprised how I've taken to him. I thought it quite shocking at first when he came, he seemed so young; but I like him now very much indeed." "And yet you would not trust him to go to the house when we were away. For shame, old lady! for shame!" "I do wish you would not talk to me like that, my dear. I never know whether you are in earnest or joking." "Now, if it had been Hallam, you might have spoken.--Ah! Betsy, what are you shying at?--Keep that apron fastened, will you? What are you going to do?" "I was only unfastening it ready--in case I had to jump out," faltered Mrs Luttrell. "Jump out! Why, mother! There, you are growing into quite a nervous old woman. You stop indoors too much." "But is there any danger, my dear?" "Danger! Why, look for yourself. The mare saw a wheelbarrow, and she was frightened. Don't be so silly."