The very sallows by the brook seemed to appeal to him.

As he saw the house chimneys through the trees, he remembered that they had carried smoke from the hearths of many generations of Caldigates.

He remembered, too, that his father would soon be old, and would be alone.

It seemed to himself that his very mind and spirit were altered.
But all that was too late.

He had agreed to the terms proposed; and even were he now to repudiate them, what could he do with Davis, and how could he live for the present?
Not for a moment did he entertain such an idea, but he had lost that alacrity of spirit which had been his when he first found the way out of his difficulties.
His father did not come forth to meet him.