"I see, squire, the young fellow has quite regained your good opinion; and unless I am mistaken, you have already thought, to yourself, that it would not be a bad thing if they were to come together someday.
"I have thought it over, and have made up my mind that, in spite of your four years' continued kindness to me, and of the warm friendship between us, I must go away for a time.

My box is still lying at Exeter, and I would rather tramp the country again, and live on it and my pension, than stay here and see my darling growing up a woman with that future before her.

I am sorry to say, squire, that what you call my prejudice is as strong as ever.

I doubt that young fellow as strongly as I did before he came home.

Then, I only had his past conduct and his letter to go by.