They passed through the gates of Cow Farm and still nothing of Hamlet was to be seen.
"Oh dear! Oh dear!" said Miss Jones.

"I do hope that he's arrived.
Whatever will Jeremy say if anything has gone wrong ?" Mary was breathing hard now, as though she had been running a desperate race.

She would at this moment have given all that she possessed, or all that she was ever likely to possess, to recall her deed.

If she could have seen Hamlet rushing down the road towards her she would have cried with relief; there seemed now to be suddenly removed from her that outside agency that had forced her to do this thing; now, having compelled her, it had withdrawn and left her to carry the consequences.
Strangely confused in her sentimental soul was her terror of Jeremy's wrath and her own picture of the wretched Hamlet barking his heart out, frightened, thirsty, and lonely.

Her teeth began to chatter; she clenched her hands together.
Miss Jones went across the courtyard, calling: "Hamlet! Hamlet!" The family was collected, having just sat down to tea, so that the announcement received its full measure of excitement.
"Has Hamlet come back?
We thought he was ahead of us." A chair had tumbled over.