He was quite of opinion that 'Miss Hester,'-- who never ought to have been married in that way at all,--should now be kept a prisoner in her father's house.

'It ain't no use your going in,--and you can't,' said the gardener.

'I ain't a-going to hold the horses, and there's nobody as will.' 'What's up, mate ?' 'I don't know as I'm mate to you, nor yet to no one like you.

And as to what's up, I've told you all as I'm bade to tell you; and I ain't a-going to tell you no more.

You can't turn your horses there You'd better drive round into the village, and there you'll get the high-road back to Cambridge.' Then the gardener retreated within a little gate of his own which led from the lane into the precincts close to his own cottage.