But ere Mrs.Hare's meek sigh of disappointment was over, the door re-opened, and the flaxen wig was thrust in again.
"I don't mind if I do have it now.

It will be a fine moonlight night and I am going with Pinner as far as Beauchamp's to smoke a pipe.

Order it in, Barbara." The tea was made and partaken of, and the justice departed for Mr.
Beauchamp's, Squire Pinner calling for him at the gate.

Mr.Beauchamp was a gentleman who farmed a great deal of land, and who was also Lord Mount Severn's agent or steward for East Lynne.

He lived higher up the road some little distance beyond East Lynne.
"I am so cold, Barbara," shivered Mrs.Hare, as she watched the justice down the gravel path.