Part 2, Chapter II.
Crossing the Flete.
Almost before the waggonette had driven away from the door, Godfrey turned, round to his brother.
“I shall catch the last train,” he said.
“The last train! Now? How do you mean to get from Kirk Hinton?”
“I can walk.”
“In this weather? You’ll reduce Rawdie to a mass of pulp.”
“He can stop with you. Good night,” said Godfrey, ramming on his hat, and marching off through the driving rain, while Guy shrugged his shoulders, and detained Rawdie.
“Ha, ha! you poor little beggar, you’re nowhere,” he said. “You’ll have to put up with me.”