"I hadn't noticed the weather, and, though my wife wished her to stay, there is no use in attempting to persuade Miss Barrington to do anything when she does not want to.

In some respects she is very like the Colonel." The farmer led the way into another room, and Winston flushed a little when the girl returned his greeting in a fashion which he fancied the presence of Mrs.Macdonald alone rendered distantly cordial.

Still, a glance through the windows showed him that delay was inadvisable.
"I think you had better stay here all night, Miss Barrington," he said.
"There is snow coming." "I am sorry our views do not coincide," said the girl.

"I have several things to attend to at the Grange." "Then Macdonald will keep your team, and I will drive you home," said Winston.

"Mine are the best horses at Silverdale, and I fancy we will need all their strength." Miss Barrington looked up sharply.