Then, amidst her wrath and despair, she cried herself asleep.
While she was sobbing in bed, he was sitting, with a short, black pipe stuck into his mouth, on the corner of the churchyard wall opposite.

Before he had left the house he and Priscilla had spoken together for some minutes about Mrs.Trevelyan.

"Of course she was wrong to see him," said Priscilla.

"I hesitate to wound her by so saying, because she has been ill-used,--though I did tell her so, when she asked me.

She could have lost nothing by declining his visit." "The worst of it is that Trevelyan swears that he will never receive her again if she received him." "He must unswear it," said Priscilla, "that is all.