If so, and if a path was thus open to him to re-enter life, how different should his career be in the future! How warily would he walk; with what earnest penitence and thorough uprightness would he order all his ways! He would be what he had only seemed to be hitherto: a man following Christ, as his forefathers had done.
He was staying at a quiet inn in the village, and as soon as daybreak came he started down the road along which Felicita must come, and waited at the entrance of the valley, four miles from the little village.

The road was bad, for the heavy rains had washed much of it away, and it had been roughly repaired by fir-trees laid along the broken edges; but it was not impassable, and a one-horse carriage could run along it safely.
The rain had passed away, and the sun was shining.

The high mountains and the great rocks were clear from base to summit.

If she came to-day there was a splendid scene prepared for her eyes.

Hour after hour passed by, the short autumnal day faded into the dusk, and the dusk slowly deepened into the blackness of night.