I hope Cynthia won't find Hollingford dull, that's all, when she comes back.' 'I don't think it's likely,' said Miss Phoebe, with a little simper and a knowing look, which sate oddly on her kindly innocent face.'You see a great deal of Mr Preston, don't you, Molly!' 'Mr Preston!' said Molly, flushing up with surprise.'No! not much.He's been at Ashcombe all winter, you know! He has but just come back to settle here, What should make you think so!' 'Oh! a little bird told us,' said Miss Browning.Molly knew that little bird from her childhood, and had always hated it, and longed to wring its neck.Why could not people speak out and say that they did not mean to give up the name of their informant? But it was a very favourite form of fiction with the Miss Brownings, and to Miss Phoebe it was the very acme of wit.'The little bird was flying about one day in Heath Lane, and it saw Mr Preston and a young lady - we won't say who - walking together in a very friendly manner, that is to say, he was on horseback; but the path is raised above the road, just where there is the little wooden bridge over the brook -- ' 'Perhaps Molly is in the secret, and we ought not to ask her about it,'
