Ellinor was silently planning for Dixon, and he, not caring to look forward to the future, was bringing up before his fancy the time, thirty years ago, when he had first entered the elder Mr.Wilkins's service as stable-lad, and pretty Molly, the scullery-maid, was his daily delight.

Pretty Molly lay buried in Hamley churchyard, and few living, except Dixon, could have gone straight to her grave..