Mr.Whitelaw's chaise-cart was waiting for them; and they all four got in, and drove at once to Wyncomb; where there was another ponderous dinner, very much like the banquet of new-year's-day, and where the bailiff drank freely, after his wont, and grew somewhat uproarious towards tea-time, though Mr.Whitelaw's selections of port and sherry were not of a kind to tempt a connoisseur.
There was to be no honeymoon trip.

Stephen Whitelaw did not understand the philosophy of running away from a comfortable home to spend money in furnished lodgings; and he had said as much, when the officious Tadman suggested a run to Weymouth, or Bournemouth, or a fortnight in the Isle of Wight.

To Ellen it was all the same where the rest of her life should be spent.

It could not be otherwise than wretched henceforward, and the scene of her misery mattered nothing.

So she uttered no complaint because her husband brought her straight home to Wyncomb Farmhouse, and her wedded life began in that dreary dwelling-place..