Thomas Hardy,
Desperate Remedies — 2. AFTERNOON
(1871)
“ Ask him the question to his face, whether the woman is his wife or no, and see how he receives it.''I will to-morrow, most certainly,' she said. 'I always let these things die of wholesome ventilation, as every fungus does.'But no sooner had the rector left her presence, than the grain of mustard-seed he had sown grew to a tree. Her impatience to set her mind at rest could not brook a night's delay. It was with the utmost difficulty that she could wait till evening arrived to screen her movements. ”
