Hold tight, Master Godfrey, and be ready to jump out.
No, no, there ain't nothing to pay.

I'll stick it on to parson's fare next time I've druve him.

Good-bye, Master Godfrey, and God bless you, if only for that there right and left which warmed my heart to see, and mind ye," he shouted after him, "there's more young women in the world than ye meets in an afternoon's walk, and one nail drives another out, as being a smith by trade I knows well." Godfrey bundled into an empty carriage with his portmanteau and his coat, and covered his face with his hands that he might see no more of that accursed station whence he seemed always to be departing in trouble.

So everything had been overheard and seen, and doubtless the story would travel far and wide.

Poor Isobel! As a matter of fact it did, but it was not Isobel who suffered, since public sympathy was strong on the side of her and of her lover.