There he stood for fully five minutes, motionless, staring out at the driving sleet.
Mrs.Goddard had fainted away, but it did not occur to the squire to attempt to recall her to her senses.

It seemed merciful that she should have lost consciousness even for a moment.

Indeed she needed no help, for in a few minutes she slowly opened her eyes and closed them, then opened them again and saw Mr.Juxon's figure darkening the window against the grey light.
"Mr.Juxon," she said faintly, "come here, please." The squire started and turned.

Then he came and sat down beside her.

His face was very stern and grave, and he said nothing.
"Mr.Juxon," said Mrs.Goddard, speaking in a low voice, but with far more calm than he could have expected, "you have a right to know my story.