With the help of the barmaid, he put the horses to the carriage himself, and to the astonishment of Mrs.Ramshorn and his wife, drew up at the door of the Manor House.
Expostulation on the part of the former was vain.

The latter made none: it was much the same to Mrs.Bevis where she was, so long as she was with her husband.

Indeed few things were more pleasant to her than sitting in the carriage alone, contemplating the back of Mr.Bevis on the box, and the motion of his elbows as he drove.

Mrs.Ramshorn received their adieux very stiffly, and never after mentioned the rector without adding the epithet, "poor man!" Mrs.Bevis enjoyed the drive; Mr.Bevis did not.

The doubt was growing stronger and stronger all the way, that he had not behaved like a gentleman in his relation to the head of the church.