You were quite right, Mr.Ambrose, quite right, I assure you." "Well, I hope all may yet be for the best," said the vicar.
"Let us hope so," replied Mr.Juxon gravely.

"By all means, let us hope that all may be for the best." Whether the squire doubted the possibility of so happy an issue to events or not, is uncertain.

He felt almost more sorry for the vicar than for himself; the vicar was such a good man, so unused to the violent deeds of violent people, of which the squire in his wanderings had seen more than was necessary to convince him that all was not always for the best in this best of all possible worlds.
Mr.Ambrose left his friend and as he retraced his steps through the park was more disturbed than ever.

That Goddard should contemplate killing the squire was bad enough, in all conscience, but that the squire should deliberately purpose to hunt down Goddard with his bloodhound seemed somehow even worse.

The vicar had indeed promised Mrs.Goddard that he would not help to capture her husband, but he would have been as glad as any one to hear that the convict was once more lodged in his prison.
There lurked in his mind, nevertheless, an impression that even a convict should have a fair chance.