He had expected to meet a man of coarser grain; Mutimer's intelligence made impossible the civil condescension which would have served with a boor, and Hubert found the temptation to pointed utterance all the stronger for the dangers it involved.
'I will drop you a note,' he said, 'to let you know as soon as the house is empty.' 'Thank you.' They had not shaken hands at meeting, nor did they now.

Each felt relieved when out of the other's sight.
Hubert turned out of the street into a road which would lead him to the church, whence there was a field-path back to the Manor.

Walking with his eyes on the ground he did not perceive the tall, dark figure that approached him as he drew near to the churchyard gate.

Mr.Wyvern had been conducting a burial; he had just left the vestry and was on his way to the vicarage, which stood five minutes' walk from the church.

Himself unperceived, he scrutinised the young man until he stood face to face with him; his deep-voiced greeting caused Hubert to look up' with a start.
'I'm very glad to see you walking,' said the clergyman.
He took Hubert's hand and held it paternally in both his own.