For she gathered that the summons had something to do with the decree of the County War Agricultural Committee that fifty acres, at least, of Mannering Park were to be given back to the plough, which, indeed, had only ceased to possess them some sixty years before.

The Squire had gone out pale with fury, and she looked anxiously at her work, to see what there might be in it to form an excuse for a hurricane.
She could find nothing, however, likely to displease a sane man.

And as she was at a standstill till he came back, she slipped an unfinished letter out of her notebook, and went on with it.

It was to a person whom she addressed as 'my darling Dick.' 'I have now been rather more than a month here.

You can't imagine what a queer place it is, nor what a queer employer I have struck.