Mrs. Blythe was one of the few women he never felt shy or tongue-tied with . She was always so sympathetic and refreshing . It might be that she could suggest some solution of his problems . And even if she could not Mr. Meredith felt that he needed a little decent human companionship after his dose of Mrs. Davis -- something to take the taste of her out of his soul . He dressed hurriedly and ate his supper less abstractedly than usual . It occurred to him that it was a poor meal . He looked at his children ; they were rosy and healthy looking enough -- except Una , and she had never been very strong even when her mother was alive . They were all laughing and talking -- certainly they seemed happy . Carl was especially happy because he had two most beautiful spiders crawling around his supper plate . Their voices were pleasant , their manners did not seem bad , they were considerate of and gentle to one another . Yet Mrs. Davis had said their behaviour was the talk of the congregation . As Mr. Meredith went through his gate Dr. Blythe and Mrs. Blythe drove past on the road that led to Lowbridge . The minister 's face fell . Mrs. Blythe was going away -- there was no use in going to Ingleside . And he craved a little companionship more than ever . As he gazed rather hopelessly over the landscape the sunset light struck on a window of the old West homestead on the hill . It flared out rosily like a beacon of good hope . He suddenly remembered Rosemary and Ellen West . He thought that he would relish some of Ellen 's pungent conversation . He thought it would be pleasant to see Rosemary 's slow , sweet smile and calm , heavenly blue eyes again .
What did that old poem XXXXX Sir Philip Sidney 's say ?
As after around at if like of than to with