After reading it he looked up.
"You sha'n't go," said he.
"I had felt I would not," she answered.

"But I did not know what you would say." "If he comes and lives in England, not too near here and in a respectable way, and wants you to come to him, I am not sure that I'll oppose him in wishing it," muttered Melbury.

"I'd stint myself to keep you both in a genteel and seemly style.

But go abroad you never shall with my consent." There the question rested that day.

Grace was unable to reply to her husband in the absence of an address, and the morrow came, and the next day, and the evening on which he had requested her to meet him.
Throughout the whole of it she remained within the four walls of her room.
The sense of her harassment, carking doubt of what might be impending, hung like a cowl of blackness over the Melbury household.