The sight of the familiar objects there seems to have stirred him anew to action, and the next morning he was observed pursuing the way to Oozewood that he had followed on the Saturday previous, reckoning, no doubt, that Saturday night would, as before, be a time for finding Sir John with his sister again.
He delayed to reach the place till just before sunset.

His sister was walking in the meadows at the foot of the garden, with a nursemaid who carried the baby, and she looked up pensively when he approached.

Anxiety as to her position had already told upon her once rosy cheeks and lucid eyes.

But concern for herself and child was displaced for the moment by her regard of Roger's worn and haggard face.
'Why--you are sick, Roger--you are tired! Where have you been these many days?
Why not keep me company a bit--my husband is much away?
And we have hardly spoke at all of dear father and of your voyage to the New Land.

Why did you go away so suddenly?
There is a spare chamber at my lodging.' 'Come indoors,' he said.