CHAPTER XXXVI.
MYSTERIOUS TIDINGS That very evening Kester came, humbly knocking at the kitchen-door.
Phoebe opened it.

He asked to see Sylvia.
'A know not if she'll see thee,' said Phoebe.

'There's no makin' her out; sometimes she's for one thing, sometimes she's for another.' 'She bid me come and see her,' said Kester.

'Only this mornin', at missus' buryin', she telled me to come.' So Phoebe went off to inform Sylvia that Kester was there; and returned with the desire that he would walk into the parlour.

An instant after he was gone, Phoebe heard him return, and carefully shut the two doors of communication between the kitchen and sitting-room.
Sylvia was in the latter when Kester came in, holding her baby close to her; indeed, she seldom let it go now-a-days to any one else, making Nancy's place quite a sinecure, much to Phoebe's indignation.
Sylvia's face was shrunk, and white, and thin; her lovely eyes alone retained the youthful, almost childlike, expression.