It was a plain white gate with stone pillars, and there was no gatehouse.

People who came to the Hall were expected to open it for themselves.

Mrs.Goddard was so much amused at John's absence of mind that her good humour returned, and he felt that since that object was attained he no longer regretted his folly in the least.

The cloud that had darkened the horizon of his romance had passed quickly away, and once more he said inwardly that he was enjoying the happiest days of his life.
If for a moment the image of Mr.Juxon entered the field of his imaginative vision in the act of pushing Mrs.Goddard's chair upon the ice, he mentally ejaculated "bother the squire!" as he had done upon the previous night, and soon forgot all about him.

The way through the park was long, the morning was delightful and Mrs.Goddard did not seem to be in a hurry.
"I wish the winter would last for ever," he said presently.
"So do I," answered his companion, "it is the pleasantest time of the year.