They were just going, but they will be relieved of all their anxiety when they see Gladys.

Come in, Gladys, fach! don't be afraid; they must see you.' Poor Gladys was crying with all her heart--good, comfortable, refreshing tears of joy at her mistress's kind welcome.
Miss Gwynne appeared at the parlour door.
'Well, Gladys! you have had your long walk for nothing.

What a foolish girl you were to go away.

Mr Prothero, how do you do?
I am so glad you have brought us back Gladys.

We couldn't do without her in these parts.' 'Do you still stand to your text, Miss Gwynne ?' said Mr Prothero.