The result showed that I was right.

That same evening she sent for me and begged me to forgive and forget the hasty words she had spoken in the morning with a grace and sweetness that would have won the heart of any man who listened to her.
Weeks passed after this, till it was more than a month since the day of my master's departure, and no letter in his handwriting came to Darrock Hall.
My mistress, taking this treatment more angrily than sorrowfully, went to London to consult her nearest relations, who lived there.

On leaving home she stopped the carriage at the parsonage, and went in (as I thought, rather defiantly) to say good-by to Mr.Meeke.She had answered his letter, and received others from him, and had answered them likewise.

She had also, of course, seen him every Sunday at church, and had always stopped to speak to him after the service; but this was the first occasion on which she had visited him at his house.

As the carriage stopped, the little parson came out, in great hurry and agitation, to meet her at the garden gate.
"Don't look alarmed, Mr.Meeke," says my mistress, getting out.