'We can't unmarry the man.' The Rector pulled up short, and offered a chilly good-bye.

As he hurried on towards the village--little knowing the obstacles he would encounter in his path--he said to himself that the Squire's manners were really past endurance.

One could hardly imagine that Miss Bremerton would be long able to put up with them.
* * * * * The Squire meanwhile pursued the rest of his way, wrapped in rather disagreeable reflections.

He was not at all grateful to the Rector for telling him the story--quite the reverse.

It altered his mental attitude towards his secretary; introduced disturbing ideas, which he had no use for.