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That Sunday-dinner was a very quiet meal. An old friend of Mrs. / Ramshorn, a lady-ecclesiastic like herself, dined with them; what / the two may have said to each other in secret conclave, I cannot / tell, but not a word of remark upon Mr. Wingfold or his sermon was / heard at table.
As she was leaving the room, Bascombe whispered Helen to put on / something and come to him in the garden. Helen glanced at the window / as if doubtful. It was cold, but the sun was shining; the weather / had nothing to do with it; she had but taken a moment to think. She / pressed her lips together -- and consented. George saw she would / rather not go, but he set it down to a sisterly unwillingness to / enjoy herself when her brother could no longer behold the sun, and / such mere sentiment must not be encouraged.