Tell me where you were going when your illness seized you ?' 'I was going,' she commenced vacantly, 'to the sea--the water,' she added, with a shivering lip.
The foolish youth asked her if she could be cold on such a night.
'No, I'm not cold,' she replied, drawing closer over her lap the ends of a shawl which would in that period have been thought rather gaudy for her station.
'You were going to Lymport ?' 'Yes,--Lymport's nearest, I think.' 'And why were you out travelling at this hour ?' She dropped her head, and began rocking to right and left.
While they talked the noise of waggon-wheels was heard approaching.

Evan went into the middle of the road, and beheld a covered waggon, and a fellow whom he advanced to meet, plodding a little to the rear of the horses.

He proved kindly.

He was a farmer's man, he said, and was at that moment employed in removing the furniture of the farmer's son, who had failed as a corn-chandler in Lymport, to Hillford, which he expected to reach about morn.

He answered Evan's request that he would afford the young woman conveyance as far as Fallowfield: 'Tak' her in?
That I will.
'She won't hurt the harses,' he pursued, pointing his whip at the vehicle: 'there's my mate, Gearge Stoakes, he's in there, snorin' his turn.