He was kind and pleasant, but far more interested in their work than them; and they drew conclusions from the fact.  They judged his attitude with gloom and were the more agreeably surprised when they learned what advantages had been planned for them.  Levi Baggs and Benny Cogle, the engineman, grumbled that more was not done; but the women, who judged Raymond from his treatment of Sabina and hoped nothing from his old promises, were gratified and astonished at what they heard.  An improved sentiment towards the new master was manifest.  The instinct to judge people at your own tribunal awoke, and while Sally Groves and old Mrs. Chick held out for morals, the other women did not.  Already they had realised that the idle youth they could answer was gone.  And with him had gone the young man who amused himself with a spinner.  Of course, he could not be expected to marry Sabina.  Such things did not happen out of story books; and if you tried to be too clever for your situation, this was the sort of thing that befell you.

So argued Nancy Buckler and Mercy Gale; nor did Sarah Northover much differ from them.  None had been fiercer for Sabina than Nancy, yet her opinion, before the spectacle of Raymond himself and after she heard his intentions, was modified.  To see him so alert, so aloof from the girls, translated to a higher interest, had altered Nancy.  Despite her asperity and apparent independence of thought, her mind was servile, as the ignorant mind is bound to be.  She paid the unconscious deference of weakness to power.

Raymond lunched at North Hill House—­now his property.  He had not seen Waldron since the great change in his fortunes and Arthur, with the rest, was quick to perceive the difference.  They met in friendship and Estelle kissed Raymond as she was accustomed to do; but the alteration in him, while missed by her, was soon apparent to her father.  It took the shape of a more direct and definite method of thinking.  Raymond no longer uttered his opinions inconsiderately, as though confessing they were worthless even while he spoke them.  He weighed his words, jested far less often, and did not turn serious subjects into laughter.

Waldron suggested certain things to his new landlord that he desired should be done; but he was amused in secret that some work Raymond had blamed Daniel for not doing, he now refused to do himself.

“I’ve no objection, old chap—­none at all.  The other points you raise I shall carry out at my own expense; but the French window in the drawing-room, while an excellent addition to the room, is not a necessity.  So you must do that yourself.”  Thus he spoke and Arthur agreed.