The mother scolded the daughter for not having informed her sooner, and immediately determined to find out who the woman and child were that Gertrude had met on the day of her ride.

Three days were spent by Mrs.Miller in this endeavor, but without success.
Four weeks had elapsed, and the storm of the old lady's temper had somewhat subsided, when, one evening, as she was approaching her daughter's residence, she saw Henry walking in the direction of where the quadroon was supposed to reside.

Being satisfied that the young man had not seen her, the old woman at once resolved to follow him.
Linwood's boots squeaked so loudly that Mrs.Miller had no difficulty in following him without being herself observed.
After a walk of about two miles, the young man turned into a narrow and unfrequented road, and soon entered the cottage occupied by Isabella.

It was a fine starlight night, and the moon was just rising when they got to their journey's end.

As usual, Isabella met Henry with a smile, and expressed her fears regarding his health.
Hours passed, and still old Mrs.Miller remained near the house, determined to know who lived there.