"No; as ill-luck would have it, Mr. John Temple had taken her away to the seaside for a few days, and she was out of London when I was there. But I expect we shall be hearing from her shortly; and to-morrow morning I'll go over to the Hall and see the squire, and tell him the news. Ay, and in spite of madam, I expect we'll be having her staying at the Hall in no time, and what will you think of that, Sarah?" And Mr. Churchill laughed aloud, and patted his wife's comely chin. This was, however, a little more than Mrs. Churchill's temper could bear. "Well, I hope it will end well," she said, tartly; "unequal marriages rarely do." "I don't see that it's so unequal," retorted Mr. Churchill. "What was madam herself, who holds her head so high? Only a poor parson's daughter, with a skin-flint mother, who begs for milk and eggs of everyone who is fool enough to give her them. My girl is as good as madam any day, and as for looks there's no doubt May has the best of them." "You are too uplifted, William," answered Mrs. Churchill, reproachfully; "remember pride may have a fall." And having administered this rebuke, Mrs. Churchill left the room, leaving her husband seriously offended. He was indeed so offended that he would not speak again on the subject during the whole evening. But early the next morning he ordered his best horse to be saddled, as he thought it behooved him to make a good appearance on such an important occasion as carrying the news of his nephew's marriage to the squire. "I am going to ride over to the Hall, Sarah," he said, as he rose from the breakfast table, and he felt as he spoke that he was master of the situation. And Sarah felt this too. It was disagreeable that this little "chit" should be raised above her, but Mrs. Churchill knew very well it was true. Her property consisted of one good farm, besides some savings of her first husband. But what was this to the large estates of the squire's of Woodlea? And Mr. John Temple was heir to these estates, and May was his wife. So Mrs. Churchill had made up her mind to make the best of it. She had also offended her good-looking husband, and Mrs. Churchill did not like being on bad terms with him. "Very well, my dear," she therefore answered meekly, to her spouse's announcement that he was going to the Hall, "and I am glad you have such good news to tell the squire." "It is good news," replied Mr. Churchill, still stiffly; but he felt mollified, and deigned to kiss his hand to his wife, as she stood at the hall door and watched him mount his good horse and ride away.