The Squire looked through it with disgust.
He perceived that several letters were answers to some he had allowed his secretary to draft and send in his name--generally in reply to exasperated correspondents who had been kept waiting for months, and trampled on to boot.
_Now_ he supposed she would refuse to have anything to do with this kind of thing! She would keep to the letter of her bargain, for the few weeks that remained.

Greek he might expect from her--but not business.
He opened one or two.

Yes, there was no doubt she was a clever woman--unpardonably and detestably clever.

Affairs which had been mountains for years had suddenly become mole-hills.

In this new phase he felt himself more helpless than ever to deal with them.
She, on the contrary, might have put everything straight--she might have done anything with him--almost--that she pleased.