Shewentoutpasttheporter,nowfullyclothed.Hewassorryforherdisappointment,butcouldnothelpsaying,withaslighttoneofexultation:\"Well,youseeIwasright,ma\'am!\"
Shewalkedasnearlyroundthecastleasevershecould,lookingupatthefewhigh-barredwindowsshecouldsee,andwonderinginwhatpartofthebuildingDixonwasconfined.Thenshewentintotheadjoiningchurchyard,andsittingdownuponatombstone,shegazedidlyattheviewspreadbelowher——aviewwhichwasconsideredasthelionoftheplace,tobeshowntoallstrangersbytheinhabitantsofHellingford.Ellinordidnotseeit,however;sheonlysawtheblacknessofthatfatalnight,thehurriedwork——thelanternsglancingtoandfro.Sheonlyheardthehardbreathingofthosewhoareengageduponunwontedlabour;thefewhoarsemutteredwords;theswayingofthebranchestoandfro.Allatoncethechurchclockaboveherstruckeight,andthenpealedoutfordistantlabourerstoceasetheirworkforatime.Suchwastheoldcustomoftheplace.
Ellinorroseup,andmadeherwaybacktoMr.Johnson\'shouseinHighStreet.TheroomfeltcloseandconfinedinwhichsheawaitedherinterviewwithMr.Johnson,whohadsentdownanapologyforhavingoverslepthimself,andatlastmadehisappearanceinahurriedhalf-
awakenedstate,inconsequenceofhislatehospitalityofthenightbefore.
\"IamsosorryIgaveyouallsomuchtroublelastnight,\"saidEllinor,apologetically.\"Iwasovertired,andmuchshockedbythenewsIheard.\"