Unwilling to be observed at this moment, he stepped aside under shelter of the underwood, and presently afterwards saw Mr.Mowbray of St.Ronan's, followed by a groom, ride hastily past his lurking-place, and pursue the same road which had been just taken by his sister.

The presence of her brother seemed to assure Miss Mowbray's safety, and so removed Tyrrel's chief reason for following her.

Involved in deep and melancholy reflection upon what had passed, nearly satisfied that his longer residence in Clara's vicinity could only add to her unhappiness and his own, yet unable to tear himself from that neighbourhood, or to relinquish feelings which had become entwined with his heart-strings, he returned to his lodgings in the Aultoun, in a state of mind very little to be envied.
Tyrrel, on entering his apartment, found that it was not lighted, nor were the Abigails of Mrs.Dods quite so alert as a waiter at Long's might have been, to supply him with candles.

Unapt at any time to exact much personal attendance, and desirous to shun at that moment the necessity of speaking to any person whatever, even on the most trifling subject, he walked down into the kitchen to supply himself with what he wanted.

He did not at first observe that Mrs.Dods herself was present in this the very centre of her empire, far less that a lofty air of indignation was seated on the worthy matron's brow.