He shuddered as he thought that Goddard might be lying hidden in the cottage itself, for all he could tell, but he was quite sure that he ought not to know it.

So long as he did not know where the forger was, it was easy to hold his peace; but if once he knew, the vicar was not capable of denying the knowledge.

He had never told a lie in his life.
"I will try," he repeated; and growing calmer, he added, "You are quite sure this was not an empty threat, my dear friend?
Was there any reason--a--I mean to say, had this unfortunate man ever known Mr.Juxon ?" "Oh no!" answered Mrs.Goddard, sinking back into her chair.

"He never knew him." Her tears were still flowing but she no longer sobbed aloud; it had been a relief to her overwrought and sensitive temperament to give way to the fit of weeping.

She actually felt better, though ten minutes earlier she would not have believed it possible.
"Then--why ?" asked Mr.Ambrose, hesitating.
"My poor husband was a very jealous man," she answered.