It's no fun staying to-night, for we all feel dull about what's happened; I'll go now." Eliza went quietly down the lane again, in shadow of the lilac hedge, and let herself out of the wooden gate; but she did not return to the village.

She looked down the road the other way, measuring with her eyes the distance to the roof of Trenholme's house.

She walked in that direction, and when she came to Captain Rexford's pasture field, she got through the bars and crossed it to a small wood that lay behind.

Long golden strips of light lay athwart the grass between elongated shades cast by cows and bushes.

The sabbath quiet was everywhere.