One day he was peculiarly struck with an act of self-denial which also involved for Jane a slight humiliation, that he could not but wonder at her submission.

He looked at her in astonishment and he did not know whether he admired her self-control and generosity or not.

The circumstance puzzled and troubled him.

That afternoon he had to go to Yoden to see his brother, and he came home by way of Hatton Hall.
As he anticipated, he found his mother pleasantly enjoying her cup of afternoon tea, and she rose with a cry of love to welcome him.
"I was thinking of thee, John, and then I heard thy footsteps.

I hev the best pot of tea in Yorkshire at my right hand; I'm sure thou wilt hev a cup." "To be sure I will.