"Mrs. Honeysett comes to see Miss Susan and farmer sometimes."
"I warrant. Would you say Cousin Joe be looking in that direction now she's free?"
Maynard shook his head.
"I wouldn't. I don't reckon Mr. Stockman will marry again. He's very comfortable."
"Yes—one of them whose comfort depends on the discomfort of somebody else, however."
"So people seem to think. It's a hard home for Miss Susan; but it's her life, and if she's not a cheerful sort of woman, you can't say she's much downcast."
"No—she dursn't be cast down. He wouldn't stand cast-down people round him. Mind to say I'm greatly obliged for the bird, and I hope Ben will eat a slice or two presently. I'll come up over and drink a dish of tea with them afore long. I'm properly withered for want of fresh air."
"I dare say you are, ma'am."
"I saw Enoch Withycombe last week," she said. "The old man was standing down in the Vale, not far from the kennels—just where you'd think he might be. And always seeing him lying down, as we did, it gave me quite a turn to mark how tall his ghost was."
To see a dead man had not astonished Faith; but the unremembered accident of his height had done so.