He knew they must pass it.

He waited for them, and had his reward.

Blind with rage, he hardly waited for the sound of their footsteps to die away, before he had sprung into the road, and hurried up in the opposite direction,--anywhere, everywhere,-- to escape from them, and from self.

Whipt by the furies, he fled along the road and up the vale, he cared not whither.
And what were Headley and Valencia, who of necessity had paired off together, doing all the while?
They walked on silently side by side for ten minutes; then Frank said,-- "I have been impertinent, Miss St.Just, and I beg your pardon." "No, you have not," said she, quite hastily.

"You were right, too right,--has it not been proved within the last five minutes?
My poor sister! What can be done to mend Mr.Vavasour's temper?
I wish you could talk to him, Mr.Headley." "He is beyond my art.