By publishing his suspicions of her on every possible occasion he got a few people to seal their letters.

So bitter was his feeling against her that he was even willing to supply the wax.
They know all about post-offices in Thrums now, and even jeer at the telegraph-boy's uniform.

In the old days they gathered round him when he was seen in the street, and escorted him to his destination in triumph.

That, too, was after Lizzie had gone the way of all the earth.

But perhaps they are not even yet as knowing as they think themselves.