The Dewy Morn by Richard Jefferies

"I knowed there was something as I had to tell you," said old Abner, crouched in the pony-carriage, his knees nearly touching his chin, and holding one of his sticks with both hands. "I knowed there was something when you called that day. But bless you, they won't never turn I out of that there garden."

Entering the outskirts of the town they saw Mrs. Cornleigh Cornleigh, a shaven young cleric with her, just coming from a model farm-building. Felise glanced at her, half drew rein, hesitated, and drove on again. To appeal to a woman would in theory be the best proceeding, yet Felise did not do so. Something prevented her from making the attempt, partly perhaps the reluctance one woman feels to beg anything of another woman -- partly some recollection of the character Mrs. Cornleigh Cornleigh bore.