He liked this man, though he did not know him very well; for he was continually about the country, now in London, now at Norbury, now at Swinnerton, always occupied with these endless matters of fines and recusancy.
Robin saluted him then, and said a word or two; bowed to Mr.Thomas, his son, who came up to speak with him; and then looked for Marjorie.

She sat there, at the corner of the table, with Mrs.Fenton at one side, and an empty seat on the other.

Robin immediately sat down in it, to eat his dinner, beginning with the "gross foods," according to the English custom.

There was a piece of Christmas brawn to-day, from a pig fattened on oats and peas, and hardened by being lodged (while he lived) on a boarded floor; all this was told Robin across the table with particularity, while he ate it, and drank, according to etiquette, a cup of bastard.

He attended to all this zealously, while never for an instant was he unaware of the girl.
They tricked their elders very well, these two innocent ones.