As he left, she expressed all the regret she ought to have felt, and as the carriage disappeared at a turn of the avenue she sank down in a chair.

Then she rang a bell.

"Take away that thing," she said,--"that spittoon." "If James Penhallow were here," she murmured, "I should ask him to say--damn! I wonder now if that man Woodburn will come, and if there will be a difficulty with James on my account." She sat long in thought, waiting to greet her husband, while Mr.Grey was left impatient at the station owing to the too hospitable desire of Ann to speed the parting guest.
When about dusk the Squire rode along the road through Westways, he came on the rector and dismounted, leaving his horse to be led home by Pole's boy.

"Glad to see you, Mark.

How goes it; and how did you like Mr.Grey ?" "To tell you the truth, Squire, I did not like him.