Yet I only felt sobered to the last degree, and exceedingly afraid of seeing John again.

I heard him driving away from the door before daybreak, and I found myself hoping that he might not come back for a week.
The next day I was in the same mood.

I felt so grave and quiet that I made up my mind I could not have that wonderful love for John which I believed to be the duty of a wife.

I thought I had better write to Grace, and arrange about going with her to London.

Then I grew miserable at the thought of leaving the farm, and wished I had never seen it.