"I would do my best to make her happy. I will leave you now, and am very thankful for your kindness. There would be no good in my seeing Mary?"
"I think not, Mr. Gilmore."
"I suppose not. She would only feel that I was teasing her. You will not tell her of my being here, I suppose?"
"It would do no good, I think."
"None in the least. I'll just go home and wait. If there should be anything to tell me—"
"If the match be broken off, I will take care that you shall hear it. I will write to Janet Fenwick. I know that she is your friend."
Then Mr. Gilmore left the house, descended the hill without seeing Mary, packed up his things, and returned by the night train to Westbury. At seven o'clock in the morning he reached home in a Westbury gig, very cold, but upon the whole, a much more comfortable man than when he had left it. He had almost brought himself to think that even yet he would succeed at last.