He was right.

Before the inn was cleared, what between Elkin's savage comments and the other men's thinly-veiled allusions, he knew all that Steynholme could tell with regard to Grant and Doris Martin.
Grant's first thought next morning was of the girl who had been thrust so prominently into his life by the death of another woman.

That was, perhaps, the strangest outcome of the tragedy.

Doris was easily the prettiest and most intelligent girl in the village, a rare combination in itself, even among young ladies of much higher social position than a postmaster's daughter.

But her father was a self-educated man, whose life had been given to books, whose only hobby was the culture and study of bees.