"Well, what if they do?" said the sturdy old fellow. "Let 'em. There's nowt to be ashamed on. But there, you're popped now, and no wonder. Get you home with your moother." "But I can't go through the streets." "Yes, you can; nobody 'll say a word to you now. Get her home, lad; get her home." It was good advice, but Richard Glaire would not take it, and his mother gladly availed herself of the vicar's arm. "You'll come home now, Richard," said Mrs Glaire, feebly; and she looked uneasily from her son to the foreman, as she recalled their conversation in the garden, and felt unwilling to leave them alone together. "I shall come home when the streets are safe," said Richard, haughtily. "They are safe enough for you, but I'm not going to subject myself to another attack from a set of brute beasts." "I don't think you have anything to fear now," said the vicar, quietly. "Who said I was afraid?" snarled Richard, facing sharply round, and paying no heed to the remonstrant looks of cousin and mother. "I should think I know Dumford better than you, and when to go and when to stay." The young men's eyes met for a moment, and Richard Glaire's shifty gaze sank before the calm, manly look of the man who had so bravely interposed in his behalf. "Curse him! I hate him," Richard said in his heart. "He's brave and strong, and big and manly, and he does nothing but degrade me before Eve. I hate him--I hate him." "What a contemptible cad he is," said Murray Selwood in his heart; "and yet he must have his good points, or that sweet girl would not love him as she evidently does. Poor girl, poor girl! But there: it is not fair to judge him now." "Of course, you must know best, Mr Glaire," he said aloud, "for I am quite a stranger. I will see your mother and cousin safely home, and I hope next time we shall have a more pleasant meeting. You are put out now, and no wonder. Good-bye." He held out his hand with a frank, pleasant smile upon his countenance, and the two women and the foreman looked curiously on as Richard shrank away, and with a childish gesture thrust his hand behind him. But it was of no use, that firm, unblenching eye seemed to master him, the strong, brown muscular hand remained outstretched, and, in spite of himself, the young man felt drawn towards it, and fighting mentally against the influence the while, he ended by impatiently placing his own limp, damp fingers within it, and letting them lie there a moment before snatching them away. Directly after, leaning on the vicar's arm, and with Eve on her other side, Mrs Glaire was being led through the knots of people still hanging about the streets. There was no attempt at molestation, and once or twice a faint cheer rose; but Mr Selwood was fully aware of the amount of attention they drew from door and window, for the Dumford people were not at all bashful as to staring or remark.