Neither of its occupants had heard his arrival, and he saw Charlotte in the abandon of her grief and anger.

She would have risen, but the rector would not let her.

"Sit still, Charlotte," he said.

"He has done his do, and you need not fear him any more.

And dry your tears, my dearie; learn while you are young to squander nothing, not even grief." Then he turned to Julius, and gave him one of those looks which go through all disguises into the shoals and quicksands of the heart; such a look as that with which the tamer of wild beasts controls his captive.
"Well, squire, what want you ?" "I want justice, sir.