When we had completed our arrangements, it was time for me to think of returning to Trimley Deen.

Moving towards the door, I accidentally directed his attention to the pier by which the boat-house was approached.
His face instantly reminded me of Cristel's description of him, when he was strongly and evilly moved.

I too saw "his beautiful eves tell tales, and his pretty complexion change to a color which turned him into an ugly man." He seized my arm, and pointed to the pier, at the end of it which joined the river-bank.

"Pray accept my excuses; I can't answer for my temper if that wretch comes near me." With this apology he hurried away; and sly Giles Toller, having patiently waited until the coast was clear, accosted me with his best bow, and said: "Beautiful weather, isn't it, sir ?" I had no remarks to make on the weather; but I was interested in discovering what had happened at the cottage.
"You have mortally offended the gentleman who has just left me," I said.
"What have you done ?" Mr.Toller had purposes of his own to serve, and kept those purposes (as usual) exclusively in view: _he_ presented deaf ears to me now! "I don't think I ever remember such wonderful weather, sir, in my time; and I'm an old fellow, as I needn't tell you.

Being at the mill just now, I saw you in the boat-house, and came to pay my respects.