"Where's…?" Mr. Fleming asked.
Robert understood him.
"Her husband will not come."
It was interpreted by the farmer as her husband's pride. Or, may be, the man who was her husband now had righted her at last, and then flung her off in spite for what he had been made to do.
"I'm not being deceived, Robert?"
"No, sir; upon my soul!"
"I've got that here," the farmer struck his ribs.
Rhoda came back. "Sister is tired," she said. "Dahlia is going down home with you, for…I hope, for a long stay."
"All the better, while home we've got. We mayn't lose time, my girl.
Gammon's on 's way to the station now. He'll wait. He'll wait till
midnight. You may always reckon on a slow man like Gammon for waitin'.
Robert comes too?"
"Father, we have business to do. Robert gives me his rooms here for a little time; his landlady is a kind woman, and will take care of me. You will trust me to Robert."