Mr.
Crowe also noticed the stern silence of the man, but thought that it was becoming in an Earl with so truly noble a property.

Of the Castle Quin people who could hardly do more than pay their way like country gentlefolk, and who were mere Irish, Mr.Crowe did not think much.
Every hour that brought the lord nearer to Liscannor added a weight to his bosom.

As he drove his gig along the bleak road to Ennistimon his heart was very heavy indeed.

At Maurice's mills, the only resting-place on the road, it had been his custom to give his horse a mouthful of water; but he would not do so now though the poor beast would fain have stopped there.

He drove the animal on ruthlessly, himself driven by a feeling of unrest which would not allow him to pause.