ey went',
Young Will was forgot', and young Sue' was content';
And then' was she kiss'd' and set down' on his knee',
No man' in the world' was so lov'-ing as he'!"

Mrs. Yeobright burst in from the outer room. "Thomasin, Thomasin!"
she said, looking indignantly at Wildeve; "here's a pretty exposure!
Let us escape at once. Come!"

It was, however, too late to get away by the passage. A rugged
knocking had begun upon the door of the front room. Wildeve, who had
gone to the window, came back.

"Stop!" he said imperiously, putting his hand upon Mrs. Yeobright's
arm. "We are regularly besieged. There are fifty of them out there
if there's one. You stay in this room with Thomasin; I'll go out and
face them. You must stay now, for my sake, till they are gone, so
that it may seem as if all was right. Come, Tamsie dear, don't go
making a scene--we must marry after this; that you can see as well as
I. Sit still, that's all--and don't speak much. I'll manage them.
Blundering fools!"

He pressed the agitated girl into a seat, returned to the outer room
and opened the door. Immediately outside, in the passage, appeared
Grandfer Cantle singing in concert with those still standing in
front of the house. He came into the room and nodded abstractedly
to Wildeve, his lips still parted, and his features excruciatingly
strained in the emission of the chorus. This being ended, he said
heartily, "Here's welcome to the newmade couple, and God bless 'em!"

"Thank you," said Wildeve, with dry resentment, his face as gloomy as
a thunderstorm.

At the Grandfer's heels now came the rest of the group, which included
Fairway, Christian, Sam the turf-cutter, Humphrey, and a dozen others.
All smiled upon Wildeve, and upon his tables and chairs likewise,
from a general sense of friendliness towards the articles as well as
towards their owner.

"We be not here afore Mrs. Yeobright after all," said Fairway,
recognizing the matron's bonnet through the glass partition which
divided the public apartment they had entered from the room where the
women sat. "We struck down across, d'ye see, Mr. Wildeve, and she
went round by the path."

"And I see the young bride's little head!" said Grandfer, peeping in
the same direction, and discerning Thomasin, who was waiting beside
her aunt in a miserable and awkward way. "Not quite settled in
yet--well, well, there's plenty of time."

Wildeve made no reply; and probably feeling that the sooner