The ostler conjectured from the look of the mare that he had been out with the hounds and lost his way.

It appeared to Redworth singularly, that near the ending of a wild goose chase, his plight was pretty well described by the fellow.

However, he had to knock at the door of The Crossways now, in the silent night time, a certainly empty house, to his fancy.

He fed on a snack of cold meat and tea, standing, and set forth, clearly directed, 'if he kept a sharp eye open.' Hitherto he had proved his capacity, and he rather smiled at the repetition of the formula to him, of all men.

A turning to the right was taken, one to the left, and through the churchyard, out of the gate, round to the right, and on.
By this route, after an hour, he found himself passing beneath the bare chestnuts of the churchyard wall of Storling, and the sparkle of the edges of the dead chestnut-leaves at his feet reminded him of the very ideas he had entertained when treading them.