She looked pale and careworn,
but this, of course, was set down to fright. She was unusually
quiet, and George forbore to say anything about her father's
behaviour. He dreaded rather to open the subject; he could not tell
to what it might lead. Priscilla knew all about George's repulse
from her father's door, and George could tell she knew it.
His father and he had determined that Cowfold would not be a pleasant
place for them on the following Sunday, and that business, moreover,
demanded their presence in London. Thither, accordingly, they went
on the Saturday, as usual; and Priscilla naturally communicating
their intention to her mother, Mr. Thomas Broad received an epistle
from his father something like one we have already read, but still
more imperative in its orders that the dutiful son should see whether
the Allens made Zachariah's house their head-quarters. That they did
not sleep there was well-known, but it was believed they had constant
intercourse with that unregenerate person, a disciple of Voltaire, as
the Reverend John Broad firmly believed, and it would be
"advantageous to possess accumulated evidence of the fact."
Priscilla knew that they lodged always at the "George and Blue Boar";
but how they spent their time on Sunday she did not know.
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