Her boxes can be called for by one of the wagons." Winterborne, knowing nothing of the timber-merchant's restitutory aims, quietly thought all this to be a kindly chance.

Wishing even more than her father to despatch his apple-tree business in the market before Grace's arrival, he prepared to start at once.
Melbury was careful that the turnout should be seemly.

The gig-wheels, for instance, were not always washed during winter-time before a journey, the muddy roads rendering that labor useless; but they were washed to-day.

The harness was blacked, and when the rather elderly white horse had been put in, and Winterborne was in his seat ready to start, Mr.Melbury stepped out with a blacking-brush, and with his own hands touched over the yellow hoofs of the animal.
"You see, Giles," he said, as he blacked, "coming from a fashionable school, she might feel shocked at the homeliness of home; and 'tis these little things that catch a dainty woman's eye if they are neglected.

We, living here alone, don't notice how the whitey-brown creeps out of the earth over us; but she, fresh from a city--why, she'll notice everything!" "That she will," said Giles.
"And scorn us if we don't mind." "Not scorn us." "No, no, no--that's only words.