Another, and she was fleeing back to the cottage as if chased for her life.
The back-door was locked; she had to go round into the garden, and there the servant was waiting.
"Have you found her, m'm ?" "No--I can't think--go in, Annie." The girl was frightened; yet more so when, by the light from the sitting-room, she saw her mistress's face.
"Do you think she's gone home, m'm ?" "Yes, no doubt.

Go into the kitchen.

I'll call you again." Mrs.Wade entered the parlour, and closed the door.

Her dress was in disorder; her hair had in part fallen loose; on her hands were traces of mud.

She did not sit down, and remained just within the door; her look and attitude were those of a terrified listener.
Presently she moved towards the fire, and knelt before it--though she had no need of warmth.