Perhaps you had better make your adieux to my niece and Mrs.Handsell." They all came out into the drive to see him start.

A curious change had come over the bright spring day.

A grey sea-fog had drifted inland, the sunlight was obscured, the larks were silent.

Borrowdean shivered a little as he turned up his coat-collar.
"So Nature has her little caprices, even--in paradise!" he remarked.
"It will blow over in an hour," Mannering said.

"A breath of wind, and the whole thing is gone." Borrowdean's farewells were of the briefest.