"You must warn him at once!" "I will go to the Hall now," said the vicar bravely.

"But--I am very sorry to have to dwell on the subject, my dear lady, but, without wishing in the least to know where the--your husband is, could you tell me anything about his appearance?
For instance, if you understand what I mean, supposing that Mr.Juxon knew how he looked and should happen to meet him, knowing that he wished to kill him--he might perhaps avoid him, if you understand me ?" The vicar's English was a little disturbed by his extreme desire not to hurt Mrs.Goddard's feelings.

If the squire and his dog chanced to meet Walter Goddard they would probably not avoid him as the vicar expressed it; that was a point Mr.Ambrose was willing to leave to Mrs.Goddard's imagination.
"Yes--must you know ?" she asked anxiously.
"We must know that," returned the vicar.
"He is disguised as a poor tramp," she said sorrowfully.

"He wears a smock-frock and an old hat I think.

He is pale--oh, poor, poor Walter!" she cried again bursting into tears.
Mr.Ambrose could say nothing.