Baffling questions these, even to young philosophers. Dismissing them as
foolish, Cally Heth turned from the rain-swept window, designing to rest
awhile in her own room, before dressing for a little dinner at Evey
McVey's. Forsaken as she felt, she was yet not unconscious of a certain
remote desirability in being alone; that is, in having a little time to
herself now. It occurred to her that perhaps she and Hugo had been
together rather too constantly in these weeks, going forward just a
little too fast....

In the hall she encountered her mother, descending the stairs in
mackintosh, hat, and veil. Carlisle looked surprised, but mamma's look
under the veil was roguishly dolorous, in reference to the
recent farewell.

"Why, mamma, where are you going in all the rain?"

Mrs. Heth replied: "What, no tears!... I'm off to the old Dabney House,
my dear--the first time in twenty years--"

"Oh!... The Settlement!"

"I promised Mr. Dayne I would go," said the capable little lady, eyeing
her daughter expectantly--"it's the organization meeting and election of
officers. The man has got together some excellent people for his
committee. And, by the way, Cally--"

"But they haven't raised all the money already!"

At this Mrs. Heth looked still more knowing. "Confess, Cally--didn't
Hugo do it? Didn't he make another big subscription after his thousand?"