A mere half-purpose, a vague wavering intention, which might at any moment be scattered by common sense, drew his steps to the door of the Cathedral, where people were entering for morning service; he moved idly within sight of the carriages which drew up.

Several had discharged their freightage of tailoring and millinery, when two vehicles, which seemed companions, stopped at the edge of the pavement, and from the second alighted the young ladies whom Godwin had yesterday observed; their male companion, however, was different.

The carriage in advance also contained four persons: a gentleman of sixty, his wife, a young girl, and the youth of yesterday.

It needed but a glance to inform Godwin that the oldest of the party was Mr.Warricombe, Buckland's father; ten years had made no change in his aspect.

Mrs.Warricombe was not less recognisable.