Even were she capable of holding her tongue, by this time a score must have seen them together." Godfrey hardly knew what he was to gain by riding to Warrender, for how could he expect to find Tom there?
and what could any one do with the mother?
Only, where else could he go first to learn anything about him?
Some hint he might there get, suggesting in what direction to seek them.

And he must be doing something, however useless: inaction at such a moment would be hell itself! Arrived at the house--a well-appointed cottage, with out-houses larger than itself--he gave his horse to a boy to lead up and down, while he went through the gate and rang the bell in a porch covered with ivy.
The old woman who opened the door said Master Tom was not up yet, but she would take his message.

Returning presently, she asked him to walk in.

He declined the hospitality, and remained in front of the house.
Tom was no coward, in the ordinary sense of the word: there was in him a good deal of what goes to the making of a gentleman; but he confessed to being "in a bit of a funk" when he heard who was below: there was but one thing it could mean, he thought--that Letty had been found out, and here was her cousin come to make a row.

But what did it matter, so long as Letty was true to him?
The world should know that Wardour nor Platt--his mother's maiden name!--nor any power on earth should keep from him the woman of his choice! As soon as he was of age, he would marry her, in spite of them all.