Her better feelings rushed back, her old confidence and reverence; and, in the altogether nebulo-chaotic condition of her mind, she felt as if, in his turn, Godfrey had just appeared for her deliverance.
"I am not going to the town, Letty," he answered.

"I came to meet you, and we will go home together.

It is no use waiting for the rain to stop, and about as little to put up an umbrella, I have brought your waterproof, and we must just take it as it comes." The wind was up again, and the next moment Letty, on Godfrey's arm, was struggling with the same storm she had so lately encountered leaning on Tom's, while Tom was only too glad to be left alone on the floor of the dismal hut, whence he did not venture to rise for some time, lest any the most improbable thing should happen, to bring Mr.Wardour back.

He was as mortally afraid of being discovered as any young thief in a farmer's orchard.
He had a dreary walk back to the public house where he had stabled his horse; but he trudged it cheerfully, brooding with delight on Letty's beauty, and her lovely confidence in Tom Helmer--a personage whom he had begun to feel nobody trusted as he deserved.
"Poor child!" he said to himself--he as well as Godfrey patronized her--"what a doleful walk home she will have with that stuck-up old bachelor fellow!" Nor, indeed, was it a very comfortable walk home she had, although Godfrey talked all the way, as well as a head-wind, full of rain, would permit.

A few weeks ago she would have thought the walk and the talk and everything delightful.