He had promised to save Goddard, too, or at least not to facilitate his capture.
But though he was glad to be able to say honestly that he did not know where he was, he began to doubt whether in the eyes of the law he was acting rightly.
"You do not know ?" asked the squire.
"No; and besides I think--perhaps--we ought to consider poor Mrs.
Goddard's position." "Mrs.Goddard's position!" exclaimed Mr.Juxon almost angrily.

"And who should consider her position more than I, Mr.Ambrose?
My dear sir, I consider her position before all things--of course I do.

But nothing could be of greater advantage to her position than the certainty that her husband is safely lodged in prison.

I cannot imagine how he contrived to escape--can you ?" "No, I cannot," answered Mr.Ambrose, thrusting his hands into his pockets and biting his long upper lip.
"By the bye, did the fellow happen to say why he meant to lay violent hands on me ?" inquired Mr.Juxon.
"Since you ask--he did.

It appears that he saw you going into the cottage, and immediately became jealous--" "Of me ?" Mr.Juxon coloured a little beneath his bronzed complexion, and grew more angry.