"'For Satan now is wiser than of yore,
And tempts by making rich, not making poor,'"
"Rich! Great riches mine! Look around."
"For my part I pray daily that these ghastly wars will soon be over," said Peter.
"That's where we be of different minds, then," she answered.
"Different minds and different interests, Mrs. Lee. Well, I'm glad to see you again. It may happen some day that you can do me a service, or I can do you one."
"I see—with that maiden?"
Her eyes glittered, and she pointed down the valley to Fox Tor Farm.
"Good gracious! No," said Peter, astonished that she had guessed so near his thoughts. "The days of witchcraft and love-potions are past, ma'am. Not that I want anything of that sort. Grace Malherb adores me."
She looked at him with curiosity.
"My grandson be her groom now," she said; but did not add that John Lee had confided to her the girl's dislike for Peter.