Hole (1)

"Are you satisfied now?" Asked Edmund. He sat on the opposite side of the carriage next to Heather while Priscilla sat with Jennifer. "Now you won't be able to see him any time soon. What was the point of us returning to Lockwood when we can't even visit our son?" 

"To save his reputation. I do not want anything concerning that girl to be attached to my son. I believe he's only doing this to rebel against me. This marriage cannot be real. You said they weren't wearing wedding rings right?" Priscilla looked at Jennifer.

"No. I saw her wearing a wire around her fingers. The duke did not give her the family ring," Jennifer smiled, happy to be of use to Mrs. Collins. "I don't think you have to be concerned about her for too long, Mrs. Collins."

"I don't want to be concerned about her at all," Priscilla sighed, rubbing her aching neck. "If only she would be gone by nightfall. What else do you have to tell me about her?"