It was autumn weather, and we had just arrived at Crabb Cot. When you
have been away from a familiar place, whether it may be only for days,
or whether it may be for weeks or months or years, you are eager on
returning to it to learn what has transpired during your absence,
concerning friends or enemies, the parish or the public.
Bob Letsom ran in that first evening, and we had him to ourselves; the
Squire and Mrs. Todhetley were still in the dining-room. I asked after
Coralie Fontaine.
"Oh, Coralie's all right," said he.
"Do the old ladies go on at her still?" cried Tod.