The vicar, good man, was unconsciously a little flattered by her choice, as with her hand resting on the sleeve of his greatcoat he led the way down the park.

The squire and John were fain to follow together, but Nellie took her mother's hand, and Stamboul walked behind affecting an unusual gravity.
"You must come again when there is more daylight," said Mr.Juxon to his companion.
"Thank you," said John.

"You are very good." He intended to relapse into silence, but his instinct made him ashamed of seeming rude.

"You have a magnificent library," he added presently in a rather cold tone.
"You have been used to much better ones in Cambridge," said the squire, modestly.
"Do you know Cambridge well, Mr.Juxon ?" "Very well.

I am a Cambridge man, myself." "Indeed ?" exclaimed John, immediately discovering that the squire was not so bad as he had thought.