As he left the room, they all seemed to breathe more freely. Tom Morgan and Mr. Magniac began a series of jokes; Mr. Richmond poked the fire; Mr. Irvine opened the window. Raban sat down by Dolly, and began telling her of a communication he had had from Yorkshire, from his old grandfather, who seemed disposed to take him into favour again, and who wanted him to go back and manage the estate.
'I am very much exercised about it,' said Frank. 'It is going into the land of bondage, you know. The old couple have used me very ill.'
'But of course you must go to them,' said Dolly, trying to be interested, and to forget her own perplexities. 'We shall miss you dreadfully, but you must go.'
'You will not miss me as I shall miss you,' said Frank.
And as he spoke, Robert's head appeared at the window.
'The fly is come; don't keep it waiting, Dora,' said Robert, impatiently.
'And you will let me know if ever I can do anything for you?' persisted Frank, in defiance of Henley's black looks.
'Of course I will. I shall never forget your kindness,' said Dolly, quickly putting on her shawl.
The bells were clanging all over the place for an evening service. Doors were banging, voices calling, figures came flitting from every archway.
'There goes the reader! he is late,' said Tom Morgan, as a shrouded form darted across their path. Then he pointed out the Rector, a stately figure in a black and rustling silk, issuing from a side door; and then Rector, friendly young men, arches, gable-ends had vanished, and Dolly and Robert were driving and jolting through the streets together, jolting along through explanation and misunderstanding, and over one another's susceptibilities, and over chance ruts and stones on their way to the station. He began immediately: