And now that everything looked so fair and promising, here was that man, whom he had supposed to have left this part of the country, riding toward his house.
Mr Brandon was an easy-going man, but he had a backbone which could be greatly stiffened on occasion.

He sat up very straight on his horse, and urged the animal to a better pace, so that he arrived first at the point where the roads met.

Here he awaited Mr Croft, who soon rode up.

The old gentleman's greeting was very courteous.
"You are on the way to my house, I presume," he said.
Mr Croft assured him that he was, and hoped that Miss March was quite well.
"I have been from home for a little while," said Mr Brandon, "but I believe my niece enjoys her usual health.

I have had a long ride this morning," he continued, "and feel a little tired.