for she bewildered him.

"Married! Oh! you idiot. Do you know what marriage means--to a woman?
Married! I can bear no more of this. Goodbye," and turning she walked,
or rather ran into the darkness, leaving him amazed and alone.



This was the last time that Godfrey spoke with Isobel for a long
while. Next morning he received a note addressed in her clear and
peculiar writing, which from the angular formation of the letters and
their regularity, at a distance looked not unlike a sheet of figures.

It was short and ran:--

Dear Old Godfrey,--Don't be vexed with me because I was so cross
this evening. Something in that old church upset me, and you know
I have a dreadful temper. I didn't mean anything I said. I daresay
it is a good thing you should go away and see the world instead of
sticking in this horrid place. Leave your address with Mother
Parsons, and I will write to you; but mind you answer my letters
or I shan't write any more. Good-bye, old boy.
Your affectionate
Isobel.
Who is always thinking of you.

P.S.--I'll get this to the Abbey with your milk. Can't leave it
myself, as we are starting for town at half-past seven to-morrow
morning to catch the early train.