As their eyes met, a strange new pulse leapt up in Catherine.
'The wind is very boisterous here,' she said, with a shiver.

'I think we ought to be going on.' And she hurried up to the others, nor did she leave their shelter till they were in sight of the little Shanmoor inn, where they were to have tea.

The pony carriage was already standing in front of the inn, and Mrs.Thornburgh's gray curls shaking at the window.
'William!' she shouted, 'bring them in.

Tea is just ready, and Mr.
Ruskin was here last week, and there are ever so many new names in the visitors' book!' While the girls went in, Elsmere stood looking a moment at the inn, the bridge, and the village.

It was a characteristic Westmoreland scene.