And if he waited, it was only to hear her sweet voice once again, and go for ever.

As far as he could fathom his hopes, they were that Rose would not see him: but the hopes of youth are deep.
Just then a toddling small rustic stopped in front of Evan, and set up a howl for his 'fayther.' Evan lifted him high to look over people's heads, and discover his wandering parent.

The urchin, when he had settled to his novel position, surveyed the field, and shouting, 'Fayther, fayther! here I bes on top of a gentleman!' made lusty signs, which attracted not his father alone.

Rose sang out, 'Who can lend me a penny ?' Instantly the curate and the squire had a race in their pockets.
The curate was first, but Rose favoured the squire, took his money with a nod and a smile, and rode at the little lad, to whom she was saying: 'Here, bonny boy, this will buy you--' She stopped and coloured.
'Evan!' The child descended rapidly to the ground.
A bow and a few murmured words replied to her.
'Isn't this just like you, my dear Evan?
Shouldn't I know that whenever I met you, you would be doing something kind?
How did you come here?
You were on your way to Beckley!' 'To London,' said Evan.
'To London! and not coming over to see me--us ?' Here the little fellow's father intervened to claim his offspring, and thank the lady and the gentleman: and, with his penny firmly grasped, he who had brought the lady and the gentleman together, was borne off a wealthy human creature.
Before much further could be said between them, the Countess de Saldar drove up.
'My dearest Rose!' and 'My dear Countess!' and 'Not Louisa, then ?' and, 'I am very glad to see you!' without attempting the endearing 'Louisa'-- passed.
The Countess de Saldar then admitted the presence of her brother.
'Think!' said Rose.

'He talks of going on straight from here to London.' 'That pretty pout will alone suffice to make him deviate, then,' said the Countess, with her sweetest open slyness.