"Now, let me out, I must go.
I can't tell you how sorry I will be--" and he was tempted to add his aunt, but was wise in time.

He had done his errand well, and was pleased with the success of his adventure and the flavour of peril in what he had done.

He let himself into Grey Pine and went noiselessly upstairs.

Then a window was closed and a waiting, anxious woman went to bed and lay long awake thinking.
John understood the unusual affection of his aunt's greeting when before breakfast she kissed him and started George Grey on his easy conversational trot.

She had compromised with her political conscience and, notwithstanding, was strangely satisfied and a trifle ashamed that she had not been more distinctly courageous.
At church they had as usual a good congregation of the village folk and men from the mills, for Rivers was eminently a man's preacher and was much liked.