"I accidentally told him that the cottage belonged to Mr.Juxon and yesterday--do you remember?
You walked on with Mr.Juxon beyond the turning, and then he came back to see me--to tell me of my husband's escape.

Walter saw that and--and he thought, I suppose--that Mr.Juxon did not want you to see him coming here." "But Mr.Juxon had just promised me to go and see you," said the honest vicar.
"Yes," said poor Mrs.Goddard, beginning to sob again, "but Walter--my husband--thinks that I--I care for Mr.Juxon--he is so jealous," cried she, again covering her face with her hands.

The starting tears trickled through her fingers and fell upon her black dress.

She was ashamed, this time, for she hated even to speak of such a possibility.
"I understand," answered Mr.Ambrose gravely.

It certainly did not strike him that it might be true, and his knowledge of such characters as Walter Goddard was got chiefly from the newspapers.