“Well, goodbye⁠ ⁠… and I will do something about Jason’s poems!”

“I wonder if I am making the greatest mistake I ever made in my life!” he said to himself, as he emerged into the road. He began to feel almost startled by the blind desire he had to erect this money as an impassable barrier between his mother and Mr. Manley. “It’s only his money. Of course it’s only his money. She couldn’t like a brute like that!”

In spite of the lowering clouds hanging like toppling bastions above High Stoy⁠—as if the Cerne Giant himself were heaping up earthworks there⁠—not one single drop fell till Wolf reached the shelter of the Manor. He began to feel there was something uncanny about the way the rain threatened to descend and yet did not descend.