But, after church, Miss Thornton noticed it to her; and she also noticed, as they stood waiting for him under the lychgate, that he passed through the crowd of neighbours, who stood as usual round the porch to receive him, without a word, merely raising his hat in salutation.

Conduct so strange that Miss Thornton began to cry, and said she was sure her brother was very ill.

But Mary said it was because he was still angry with her that he spoke to no one, and that when he had forgotten his cause of offence he would be the same again.
At lunch, the Vicar drank several glasses of wine, which seemed to do him good; and by the time he had, to Miss Thornton's great astonishment, drunk half a bottle, he was quite himself again.

Mary was all this time in her room, and the Vicar asked for her.

But Miss Thornton said she was not very well.
"Oh, I remember," said the Vicar, "I quarrelled with her last night.