The weather was bright and cold, and even Mrs.Goddard's pale and delicate skin had a rosy tinge.
"We were just going for a walk," she explained.
"And we were going to see you at the Hall," said the vicar to Mr.Juxon.
"Let us do both," said the latter.

"Let us walk to the Hall and have a cup of tea.

We can look at the ice and see whether it will bear to-morrow." Everybody agreed to the proposal, and it so fell out that the squire and the vicar went before while John and Mrs.Goddard followed and Nellie walked between them, holding Stamboul by the collar, and talking to him as she went.

John looked at his companion, and saw with a strange satisfaction that his first impression, the impression he had cherished so long, had not been a mistaken one.

Her deep violet eyes were still sad, beautiful and dreamy.