Her husband, then, had re-entered her father's house.

How he had been able to effect a reconciliation with the old man, what were the terms of the treaty between them, she could not so much as conjecture.

Some sort of truce must have been entered into, that was all she could say.

But close as the question lay to her own life, there was a more urgent one which banished it; and she traced her steps quickly along the meandering track-ways.
Meanwhile, Fitzpiers was preparing to leave the house.

The state of his mind, over and above his professional zeal, was peculiar.