He rose and went slowly down the avenue.

A half-hour in Westways singularly relieved him.
Swallow was not at home, and Josiah, the cause of Mr.Grey's perplexities, had certainly fled, nor did he learn that Mr.Woodburn had already arrived.
He was now shamefully eager to escape that interview with the captain, and relieved to find that there was no need to wait for the friend he had brought to Westways on a vain errand.

Returning to Grey Pine, he explained to his cousin that letters from home made it necessary for him to leave on the mid-afternoon train.

Never did Ann Penhallow more gratefully practise the virtue that speeds the parting guest.

He was sorry to miss the captain and would have the pleasure of sending him a barrel of the best Maryland whisky; "and would you, my dear cousin, say, in your delightful way, to the good rector how much I enjoyed his conversation ?" Ann saw that the lunch was of the best and that the wagon was ready in more than ample season.