In the event, Grant quitted the place without exchanging a word with Doris, while her father, usually a chatty man, said not a syllable beyond what was barely needed.
As he passed down the hill and by the side of the Green he was aware of being covertly watched by many eyes.

He saw P.C.Robinson peering from behind a curtained window.

Siddle, the chemist, came to the shop door, and looked after him.

Hobbs, the butcher, ceased sharpening a knife and gazed out.

Tomlin, landlord of the Hare and Hounds Inn, surveyed him from the "snug." These things were not gracious.