He had seen the farm and its improvements; he had found some of his own ideas practically discounted; clearly there was nothing left for him to do but to thank his hostess and take his leave.

But he felt far more uneasy than when he had arrived; and there was a singular sense of incompleteness in his visit that he could not entirely account for.

His conversation with Champney had complicated--he knew not why--his previous theories of Miss Dows, and although he was half conscious that this had nothing to do with the business that brought him there, he tried to think that it had.
If Miss Sally was really--a--a--distracting element to contiguous man, it was certainly something to be considered in a matter of business of which she would take a managerial part.

It was true that Champney had said she was "not that sort of girl," but this was the testimony of one who was clearly under her influence.

He entered the house through the open French window.