The killing of calves was over, and he was left to do what he pleased during the whole day.

One spark of comfort came to him.

'John, my boy,' said his uncle in a whisper, 'what's the matter between you and Madame ?' Mr.Babington would sometimes call his wife Madame when he was half inclined to laugh at her.

Caldigate of course declared that there was nothing wrong.

The squire shook his head and went away.