The policeman, however, was flustered.

His thoughts ran on Elkin, whereas this masterful person from London insisted on discussing Doris Martin.
"My difficulty is, sir, that she has never kep' company with any of 'em," he said.
"Never mind.

Give me the name of every man who, no matter what his position or prospects, might be irritated, if no more, if he knew that Miss Martin and Mr.Grant were presumably spooning in a garden at a rather late hour." It was a totally new line of inquiry for Robinson, but he bent his wits to it, and evolved a list which, if published, would certainly be regarded with incredulous envy by every other girl in the village than the postmaster's daughter; as for Doris herself, she would be mightily surprised when she saw it, but whether annoyed or secretly gratified none but a pretty girl of nineteen can tell.
Winter departed soon afterwards.

Before going to the inn he had a look at the forge.

A young woman, standing at the open door of the adjoining cottage, favored him with a frank stare.