I didn't know things were so bad as this! Vannicock's arm dropped from her waist, where it had been resting as they walked. 'Will you leave? she asked. 'I will if you say I must. But I'd rather help too. There was no expostulation in his tone. Laura had gone forward. 'Jack, she said, 'I am come to help! The weary curate turned and held up the lantern.
What domestic issues supervened in Vannicock's further story the man in the oriel never knew; but Mrs. Maumbry lived and died a widow. Whoever had perceived the yeoman standing on Squire Everard's lawn in the dusk of that October evening fifty years ago, might have said at first sight that he was loitering there from idle curiosity.