Sir John what d'ye call'n ?' 'Master John Horseleigh, Knight, who had a'most as much lond by inheritance of his mother as 'a had by his father, and likewise some by his wife.

Why, bain't his arms dree goolden horses' heads, and idden his lady the daughter of Master Richard Phelipson, of Montislope, in Nether Wessex, known to us all ?' 'It mid be so, and yet it mid not.

However, th' 'lt miss thy prayers for such an honest knight's welfare, and I have to traipse seaward many miles.' He went onward, and as he walked continued saying to himself, 'Now to that poor wronged fool Edy.

The fond thing! I thought it; 'twas too quick--she was ever amorous.

What's to become of her! God wot! How be I going to face her with the news, and how be I to hold it from her?
To bring this disgrace on my father's honoured name, a double-tongued knave!' He turned and shook his fist at the chapel and all in it, and resumed his way.
Perhaps it was owing to the perplexity of his mind that, instead of returning by the direct road towards his sister's obscure lodging in the next county, he followed the highway to Casterbridge, some fifteen miles off, where he remained drinking hard all that afternoon and evening, and where he lay that and two or three succeeding nights, wandering thence along the Anglebury road to some village that way, and lying the Friday night after at his native place of Havenpool.