It was not so _very late_.

The neighbors were yet about, passing under the window to their homes--she thought, and thought again, till her sensations became vivid, even to painfulness--her bosom was aching to give them vent.
The village-clock struck ten!--the neighbors ceased to pass under the window.

Rosamund, stealing downstairs, fastened the latch behind her, and left the cottage.
One, that knew her, met her, and observed her with some surprise.
Another recollects having wished her a good-night.

Rosamund never returned to the cottage.
An old man, that lay sick in a small house adjoining to Margaret's, testified the next morning, that he had plainly heard the old creature calling for her granddaughter.

All the night long she made her moan, and ceased not to call upon the name of Rosamund.