Hubert resolved to take the book to Wanley in the evening; if no other means offered, Mr.Wyvern would return it to the owner.

Might he enclose a note?
Instead of that, he wrote out from memory two of his own sonnets, the best of those he had recently composed under the influence of the 'Vita Nuova,' and shut them between the pages.

Then he made the book into a parcel and addressed it.
He started for his walk at the same hour as on the evening before.

There was frost in the air, and already the stars were bright.

As he drew near to Wanley, the road was deserted; his footfall was loud on the hard earth.