"So there's to be a wedding to waken us all up," he said briskly. "You know all about it, girls, of course. I'm always the last in the place to hear a bit of news--but there!" "But there!--you always know it before we've time to tell you," Bessie said saucily. "Is that what you mean, papa?" "You'll find out what I mean one day, when you won't like it, Miss Pert," said the Squire, pulling her hair. "I must say Anthony Miles has shown greater sense than I should have expected. He's just the man to have made a fool of himself. If he'd not been so confounded touchy about that business of Pitt's, I'd have walked down and wished him joy; but I suppose that won't do,--not just at first, eh, Winifred?" "No, indeed," said Winifred, her face flushing. "I suppose not," said Mr Chester, regretfully. "Those young fellows fly off at such tangents, there's no knowing where to take them. One would think I'd been the one to set that report going, and I'm sure, for his fathers sake, I'd have given a hundred pounds--well, it's over and done now, and can't be helped; people do say there was no real harm in it when old Tregennas left it in his hands, but I wouldn't have believed it, I wouldn't have believed it. And then he goes and fights shy of the friends who would have stuck by him if they could." "Papa, he never did it. How can he help being hurt with you all, when you will not trust him!" Winifred's face had grown pale after the flush, but her voice did not tremble, and she looked at her father with clear steadfast eyes which always affected him, though, oddly enough, they often gave him a twinge of discomfort, and a little irritated him into obstinacy. "Nonsense, Winifred," he said sharply, while he winced. "He has never so much as denied it. Women shouldn't talk of what they don't understand. And it hasn't anything to do with his getting married, has it? I wish you to tell Mrs Miles that it's given me a great deal of pleasure to hear of this match, and you and Bess had better drive into Underham and call on the Bennetts."