For John, who was an accomplished scholar, had next to no knowledge of bibliology and took delight in seeing for the first time many a rare edition which he had heard mentioned or had read of in the course of his studies.

He would not have believed that he could be now talking on such friendly terms with a man for whom he had once felt the strongest antipathy, and Mr.Juxon on his part felt that in their former meetings he had not done full justice to the young man's undoubted talents.
As they drove down to the vicarage that evening Mrs.Goddard's name was mentioned for the first time.

John, with a fine affectation of indifference, asked how she was.
"She has not been very well lately," answered Mr.Juxon.
"What has been the matter ?" inquired John, who could not see his companion's face in the dark shade of the trees.
"Headache, I believe," returned the squire laconically, and silence ensued for a few moments.

"I should not wonder if it rained again this evening," he added presently as they passed through the park gate, out into the road.

The sky was black and it was hard to see anything beyond the yellow streak of light which fell from the lamps and ran along the road before the gig.
"If it turns out a fine night, don't come for us.