The public plough was impudently at work.
And at the same moment his secretary had given warning, and the new catalogue--the darling of his heart--would be thrown on his hands.

It would not be surprising to find him rampant.

Elizabeth entered almost on tip-toe, prepared to be all that was meek and conciliating, so far as was compatible with her month's notice.
* * * * * A tall figure rose from the Squire's table and made her a formal bow.
'Good-morning, Miss Bremerton.

I expected your assistance yesterday afternoon, but you had, I understand, made an engagement ?' 'I asked you--a few days ago,' said Elizabeth, mildly confronting him.

'I am sorry if it inconvenienced you.' 'Oh, all right--all right,' said the Squire hastily.