She scarcely knew how she spent them, but she was always in the open air, and almost invariably with Jerry.

She missed him considerably when he returned to Oxford, but the hunting season was at hand, and soon engrossed all her thoughts.

Old Squire Grimshaw was the master, and Nan and her father followed his hounds three days in every week.

People had long since come to acquiesce in the absence of Nan's husband.

Many of them had almost forgotten that the girl was married, since Nan herself so persistently ignored the fact.
Gossip upon the subject had died down for lack of nourishment.