And thus musing, and joining in no conversation with other buyers except when directly addressed, he followed the assemblage hither and thither till the end of the auction, when Giles for the first time realized what his purchases had been.

Hundreds of fagots, and divers lots of timber, had been set down to him, when all he had required had been a few bundles of spray for his odd man Robert Creedle's use in baking and lighting fires.
Business being over, he turned to speak to the timber merchant.

But Melbury's manner was short and distant; and Grace, too, looked vexed and reproachful.

Winterborne then discovered that he had been unwittingly bidding against her father, and picking up his favorite lots in spite of him.

With a very few words they left the spot and pursued their way homeward.
Giles was extremely sorry at what he had done, and remained standing under the trees, all the other men having strayed silently away.