He was in such very boisterous spirits that he quite cheered her, as pale and frightened she tried to gain courage to meet her master.

Before she left the bedroom, she sought for guidance where she was always in the habit of going for help and comfort, and found strength 'according to her day.' Mr Prothero was waiting for her in the little parlour of the inn.

During the morning, having nothing to do, he had employed himself by getting up his temper, and persuading himself that he ought to be very angry with Gladys.

He had quite slept off his softer feelings, and whilst at his lonely breakfast had gone through an imaginary quarrel with Owen, and a dispute with his wife, which had so raised his choler, that when Gladys entered he was as red as he usually was when in a passion at home.
Gladys saw that he was angry and trembled very much; but she knew that she had done no wrong, and tried to reassure herself.
Mr Prothero began at once.

It must be remarked, however, that he had previously learnt from the landlady that Gladys was pretty well, and had eaten a good breakfast.
'Name o' goodness, young 'ooman, what did you run away from our house for in such a sly, underhand way, and give us all this trouble and bother?
Don't suppose I 'ould a run after you, if it wasn't for Miss Gwynne and your mistress.' 'Oh, sir, I am very thankful to ye and to them.