'And since you are in such a merry mood, Miss Eliza, you must be good enough company for yourself; and therefore I shall leave you to finish your walk alone--for, now I think of it, I have business elsewhere; so good-evening.' With that I left her (smothering her malicious laughter) and turned aside into the fields, springing up the bank, and pushing through the nearest gap in the hedge.

Determined at once to prove the truth--or rather the falsehood--of her story, I hastened to Woodford as fast as my legs could carry me; first veering round by a circuitous course, but the moment I was out of sight of my fair tormentor cutting away across the country, just as a bird might fly, over pasture-land, and fallow, and stubble, and lane, clearing hedges and ditches and hurdles, till I came to the young squire's gates.

Never till now had I known the full fervour of my love--the full strength of my hopes, not wholly crushed even in my hours of deepest despondency, always tenaciously clinging to the thought that one day she might be mine, or, if not that, at least that something of my memory, some slight remembrance of our friendship and our love, would be for ever cherished in her heart.

I marched up to the door, determined, if I saw the master, to question him boldly concerning his sister, to wait and hesitate no longer, but cast false delicacy and stupid pride behind my back, and know my fate at once.
'Is Mr.Lawrence at home ?' I eagerly asked of the servant that opened the door.
'No, sir, master went yesterday,' replied he, looking very alert.
'Went where ?' 'To Grassdale, sir--wasn't you aware, sir?
He's very close, is master,' said the fellow, with a foolish, simpering grin.

'I suppose, sir--' But I turned and left him, without waiting to hear what he supposed.