And she thought, in her simplicity, that he would instantly consent when he had heard her reasons.
She started up.

A carriage dashed up to the door.

She hushed her beating heart, and tried to stop her throbbing head to listen.

She heard him speaking to the landlord, though she could not distinguish what he said; heard the jingling of money, and, in another moment, he was in the room, and had taken her arm to lead her to the carriage.
"Oh, sir! I want you to take me to Milham Grange," said she, holding back.

"Old Thomas would give me a home." "Well, dearest, we'll talk of all that in the carriage; I am sure you will listen to reason.