Mr.Bartley is easily blinded; I won't tell you why.

It isn't so with Mr.Hope.Oh, if I could only get in to have one word with my simple sister before he turns her inside out!" This question was soon decided.

Hope drove up to the door whilst Mary and Mrs.Eastern were still some distance off and hidden by a turn in the road.

When they emerged again into sight of the farm they just caught sight of Hope's back, and Mrs.Gilbert curtseying to him and ushering him into the house.
"Drive into the stable-yard," said Mrs.Easton, faintly.

"He mustn't see your travelling basket, anyway." She told the servant to put the horse into the stable immediately, and the basket into the brew-house.