When he came back from abroad her father and mine and some others met him at Chippenham market.
They attacked him, and I believe would have killed him, had he not ridden off.

The next day he went up to London, and a fortnight later his estate was in the market, and he never came into that part of the country again.
"I have told you all this, Miss Greendale, because I have heard that you know the man, and I thought you ought to know what sort of a man he is.

His name is Carthew." Bertha had grown paler and paler as the story went on, and when he ended, she sat still and silent for two or three minutes.

Then she said in a low tone: "Thank you, George.

You have done right in telling me this story; it is one that I ought to know.