As far as the world was concerned, your wife was a drowned woman, hey ?' 'Heaven forbid all that, Charlson!' 'Well, well, 'twas a wrong way of showing gratitude, I suppose.

And now a drop of something to drink for old acquaintance' sake! And Mr.Barnet, she's again free--there's a chance now if you care for it--ha, ha!' And the speaker pushed his tongue into his hollow cheek and slanted his eye in the old fashion.
'I know all,' said Barnet quickly; and slipping a small present into the hands of the needy, saddening man, he stepped ahead and was soon in the outskirts of the town.
He reached the harbour-road, and paused before the entrance to a well- known house.

It was so highly bosomed in trees and shrubs planted since the erection of the building that one would scarcely have recognized the spot as that which had been a mere neglected slope till chosen as a site for a dwelling.

He opened the swing-gate, closed it noiselessly, and gently moved into the semicircular drive, which remained exactly as it had been marked out by Barnet on the morning when Lucy Savile ran in to thank him for procuring her the post of governess to Downe's children.
But the growth of trees and bushes which revealed itself at every step was beyond all expectation; sun-proof and moon-proof bowers vaulted the walks, and the walls of the house were uniformly bearded with creeping plants as high as the first-floor windows.
After lingering for a few minutes in the dusk of the bending boughs, the visitor rang the door-bell, and on the servant appearing, he announced himself as 'an old friend of Mrs.Downe's.' The hall was lighted, but not brightly, the gas being turned low, as if visitors were rare.

There was a stagnation in the dwelling; it seemed to be waiting.