I might forget it to-night.' Elizabeth said nothing.

He turned away, spread out the papers on the smooth trunk of the fallen tree, and began to write.
Elizabeth sat very erect, her mouth proudly set, her eyes wandering into the distance of the wood.

What was she to do?
The affront to herself was gross--for the Squire had definitely promised her the night before that the bargain should go through.

And she felt hotly for the hard-working agent.

Should she put up with it?
Her meditations of the night recurred to her--and she seemed to herself a very foolish woman! 'There you are!' said the Squire, as he handed the roll back to her.
She looked at it unwillingly.