"I will give you a check for it.

I dare say Greg will find it difficult to furnish, and he might have to borrow the money, and the debt would be a millstone round his neck, perhaps, for years, so I will hand it over with the Rectory to him." So they talked for an hour or two on village matters, and the Squire was well pleased, when his old friend went up to bed, that he had succeeded in diverting his thoughts for a time from the painful subject that had engrossed them for weeks.
"You have slept well," he said, when they met at breakfast, "I can see by your face." "Yes, I have not slept so soundly for months.

I went to sleep as soon as my head touched the pillow, and did not awake until the chambermaid knocked at the door." "That second glass of punch did it, Bastow.

It is a fine morning; we shall have a brisk drive back.

I am very glad that I changed my mind and brought the gig instead of the close carriage." In the afternoon the Squire drove into Reigate.