"Strikes me he'll take some of the wickedness out of his team before he gets them home.

I noticed that Miss Grant didn't look the least bit afraid." Then a deluge of rain drove them into the house, where Edgar sat smoking thoughtfully; for what Flora Grant had said about Sylvia had a disturbing effect on him.

It looked as if her selfish regard for her comfort had hampered Marston in his struggle; and though Edgar had never had much faith in Sylvia, this was painful to contemplate.
Moreover, George cherished a steadfast regard for her, which complicated things; but Edgar prudently decided that the matter was a delicate one and must be left to the people most concerned.

After all, Miss Grant might be mistaken..