Dr.Peewee took his leave, "H'm ha! yes.

My dear Miss Wayne, I congratulate you; congratulate you! h'm ha, yes, oh yes--congratulate you." The other legal gentlemen, friends of Mr.Dinks, drove off.

Nobody was left behind but the trustees and the family and Lawrence Newt--the Dinks were of the family.
After business had been discussed, and the heiress--the owner of Pinewood--had announced her wishes in regard to that property, she also invited the company to remain to dinner, and to divert themselves as they chose meanwhile.
Mrs.Fanny Newt Dinks declined to stay.

She asked her husband to call their carriage, and when it came to the door she made a formal courtesy, and did not observe--at least she did not take--the offered hand of Hope Wayne.

But as she bowed and looked at Hope that young lady visibly changed color, for in the glance which Fanny gave her she seemed to see the face of her brother Abel; and she was not glad to see it.
Toward sunset of that soft June day, when Uncle and Aunt Dinks--the latter humiliated and alarmed--were gone, and the honest neighbors were gone, Hope Wayne was sitting upon the very bench where, as she once sat reading, Abel Newt had thrown a shadow upon her book.