"Thornton! is that you? Come in for a minute or two; I want to speak to you." So Mr. Thornton went into the study, and Dixon had to retreat into the kitchen, and reinstate herself in her own esteem by a prodigious story of Sir John Beresford's coach and six, when he was high sheriff.
"I don't know what I wanted to say to you after all. Only it's dull enough to sit in a room where everything speaks to you of a dead friend. Yet Margaret and her aunt must have the drawing-room to themselves!"
"Is Mrs.--is her aunt come?" asked Mr. Thornton.

'Thornton! is that you? Come in; I want to speak to you.' So Mr. Thornton went into the study, and Dixon had to retreat.
'I don't know what I wanted to say to you after all. Only it's dull to sit in a room where everything reminds you of a dead friend. Yet Margaret and her aunt must have the drawing-room to themselves!'
'Is her aunt come?' asked Mr. Thornton.
