Good-bye." He drove off, and left her standing in the porch.

What a wild, tall figure she was, standing so stern and steadfast there in the morning sun!--a woman one would rather have for a friend than an enemy.
Hawker was full of other thoughts than these.

Coupling his other suspicions of Madge with the receipt of this letter from the bank, he was growing very apprehensive of something being wrong.

He wanted this letter read to him, but whom could he trust?
Who better than his old companion Burrows, who lived in the valley below the Vicarage?
So, whipping up his horse, he drove there, but found he was out.

He turned back again, puzzled, going slowly, and as he came to the bottom of the hill, below the Vicarage, he saw a tall man leaning against the gate, and smoking.
"He'll do for want of a better," he said to himself.