Don't insult me.' But he gradually grew sulky instead of raging, and though he put the note in his pocket, he did not go to Mr.Ffolliott.

And--I wrote to father." "I remember that," Betty answered.

"Did you ever speak to Mr.Ffolliott again ?" "He guessed--he knew--I saw it in his kind, brown eyes when he passed me without speaking, in the village.

I daresay the villagers were told about the awful thing by some servant, who heard Nigel's voice.
Villagers always know what is happening.

He went away a few weeks later.
The day before he went, I had walked through the wood, and just outside it, I met him.