By the door a horse stood tethered, the ruddy glow beating strongly upon his brown head and patient eyes, while his body stood back in the shadow.
Alleyne stood still in the roadway for a few minutes reflecting upon what he should do.

It was, he knew, only a few miles further to Minstead, where his brother dwelt.

On the other hand, he had never seen this brother since childhood, and the reports which had come to his ears concerning him were seldom to his advantage.

By all accounts he was a hard and a bitter man.
It might be an evil start to come to his door so late and claim the shelter of his roof.

Better to sleep here at this inn, and then travel on to Minstead in the morning.