I quailed in the darkness as a vision of his face rose before me.

I had no doubt that, as soon as he knew I was not going to marry his son, he would do his worst.

He had been known, people said, to sacrifice business advantages even to obtain revenge.
At the thought of that I stretched out my arms as though I would take the two helpless old heads to my bosom to shelter them from the storm.
How was I going to tell them?
The carriage went like the wind, and I could hear the clashing of the boughs under which we passed.

The stillness of the afternoon had been but the prelude to a storm.
Also the memory of Richard Dawson's face remained with me like a sore.
Now that I was free of him and need dread him no more, I remembered that he had been generous and patient, and I was grieved for him.

And I was troubled about that consolation which he was on the way to seek.