At the end he heard some words faltered: she wished it was in their power 'to make any amends.' Almost before she ceased speaking he took up the word, and his own voice sounded to him merry and bold in comparison with her soft distressful speech; but he could not help that, he must speak with such powers as nature gave him.
'There are two ways by which you can make amends, and first I would beg that none of our friends who were here last night should be told of it.
I should not like to think that Emma and Elizabeth, and Evelina or Marianna Alcoforado should ever hear that I was taken for a thief.' 'You are laughing at us,' said Eliz sharply.

'We know that you will go away and make fun of us to all your friends.' 'If I do you will have one way of punishing me that would give me more pain than I could well endure, you can shut me out next time I come to ask for shelter.' 'Oh, but you can't come again,' said Eliz, with vibrating note of fierce discontent; 'our stepmother will be here.' He looked at Madge.
'I was going to say that the other way in which you could make amends would be to give me leave to come back; and if _you_ give me leave I will come, even if it be necessary, to that end, to get an introduction from all the clergy in Great Britain, or from the Royal Family.' A ray of hope shot into Madge's dark eyes, the first glimmer of a smile began to show through her distress.
'It is an old adage that "where there is a will there is a way," and did I not walk on your most impossible snow-shoes and bring back your silver ?' Madge looked down, a pretty red began to mantle her pale face, and, as if the angels who manage the winds and clouds did not wish that the blush of so dear a maiden should betray too much, a ray of scarlet light from the sinking sun just then came winging through the dispersing storm-clouds and caused all the white snow-world to redden, and dyed the frost-flowers on the window-pane, and, entering where the pane was bare, lit all the room with soft vermilion light.

So, in the wondrous blush of the white world, the girl's cheeks glowed and yet did not confess too much.
'You will allow me to send in your compliments and inquire after Mr.
Woodhouse as I pass ?' This was Courthope's farewell to Eliz, and she called joyfully in reply:-- 'You need not send back his message, for we shall know that they are "all very indifferent."' Into the scarlet shining of the western sun, an omen of fair weather and delight, Courthope set forth again from the square tin-roofed house, 'leaving,' as the saying is, 'his heart behind him.' The large farm-horses, restive from long confinement and stimulated by the frost, shook their bells with energy.

The Morin women displayed such goodwill and even tenderness in their attentions to the comfort of the second prisoner, in whom they had found an old friend, that, tied in a blanket and lying full length on the straw of a box-sleigh, he looked content with himself and the world, albeit he had not as yet returned from the happy roving-places of the drunken brain.

The talkative clerk was glad enough to give Courthope the reins of the masterful horses; he sat on one edge of the blue-painted box and Courthope on the other; thus they started, bravely plunging into the drifts between the poplars.