But the best of it was, that he knew nothing about his manners, beyond the desire to give honor where honor was due.
He walked with her to the door of the house; for they had agreed that, from whatever quarter had come the pursuit, and whatever might have been its object, it would be well to show that she was attended.

They had also arranged at what hour, and at what spot close at hand, he was to be waiting to accompany her home.

But, although he said nothing about it, Joseph was determined not to leave the place until she rejoined him.
It was nearly dark when he left her; and when he had wandered up and down the avenue awhile, it seemed dark enough to return to the house, and reconnoiter a little.
He had already made the acquaintance of the farmer who occupied a portion of the great square, behind the part where the family lived: he had had several of his horses to shoe, and had not only given satisfaction by the way in which he shod them, but had interested their owner with descriptions of more than one rare mode of shoeing to which he had given attention; he was, therefore, the less shy of being discovered about the place.
From the back he found his way into the roofless hall, and there paced quietly up and down, measuring the floor, and guessing at the height and thickness of the walls, and the sort of roof they had borne.

He noted that the wall of the house rose higher than those of the ruin with which it was in contact; and that there was a window in it just over one of those walls.

Thinking whether it had been there when the roof was on, he saw through it the flickering of a fire, and wondered whether it could be the window of Mr.Redmain's room.
Mary, having resolved not to give any notice of her arrival, if she could get in without it, and finding the hall-door on the latch, entered quietly, and walked straight to Mr.Redmain's bedroom.