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Yes, Richards fortunes seemed at last to have taken a definite turn for the better, when of a sudden the blow fell which put an end to hopes and fears alike. What was behind it Mary did not know, and never learned. But one morning at breakfast he blurted out in summary fashion that he had resolved, overnight, to shake the dust of Buddlecombe off his feet. And before she had recovered from the shock of this announcement, the house was up for sale, and she hard at work sorting and packing. Coming as it did on top of her renewed confidence, the decision hit Mary hard. It also gave a further push to her tottering faith in Richards judgment. Of course, it was clear something unpleasant had happened at the last dinner-party. But she could get nothing out of Richard absolutely nothing except that he was done for all eternity with place and people. In vain she reasoned, argued, pleaded . . . and even lost her temper. He remained obstinately silent, leaving her to her own conjectures which led nowhere. Leicester? . . . well, compared with this, his bolting from Leicester had been as easy to understand as A B C an ugly town with no practice worth speaking of, and the little there was, of the wrong kind. But here where she had thought his first irate Till Christmas! was gradually being overlaid; here she could only put his abrupt determination down to one of his most freakish and wayward impulses.

Really, my dear, if it werent that the fellow kept his hat in his hand and scattered his sirs broadcast, it might just have been old Billy de la Poer himself I was talking to. DO you remember Billy? And how, in his palmy days, one had to wheedle a mount out of him, if he wasnt in the vein to hire? The very same uppish independence! I dont know, Im sure, what this countrys coming to. Though I will say, with all his shortcomings Billy never had the impudence to tell me I couldnt drive.

Which is but natural. At his stage of the disease a man is entirely occupied with his own health . . . and his God.

Cuffys orsey own norsey.

Richard . . . you cant afford . . . if you re really set on getting away . . . to mind now who knows and who doesnt.

Poor thing, indeed! After the way shes treated us. But you havent a scrap of pride in you.

Which reminds me, you havent yet told me what that was.

His first visit led him down the main street of Buddlecombe.