‘What should I be mistaken for? I know his horse surely?’

‘But you did not see himself?’

‘I heard him speak, though. He was saying something to Joe Scott about having settled all concerning ways and means, and that there would be a new set of frames in the mill before another week passed; and that this time he would get four soldiers from Stilbro’ barracks to guard the waggon.’

‘Sarah, are you making a gown?’

‘Yes; is it a handsome one?’

‘Beautiful! Get the coffee ready. I’ll finish cutting out that sleeve for you, and I’ll give you some trimming for it. I have some narrow satin ribbon of a colour that will just match it.’

‘You’re very kind, miss.’

‘Be quick, there’s a good girl; but first put your master’s shoes on the hearth: he will take his boots off when he comes in. I hear him—he is coming.’

‘Miss! you’re cutting the stuff wrong.’

‘So I am; but it is only a snip: there is no harm done.’

The kitchen-door opened; Mr. Moore entered, very wet and cold. Caroline half turned from her dress- making occupation, but renewed it for a moment, as if to gain a minute’s time for some purpose. Bent over the dress, her face was hidden; there was an attempt to settle her features and veil their expression, which failed; when she at last met Mr. Moore, her countenance beamed.

‘We had ceased to expect you; they asserted you would not come,’ she said.

‘But I promised to return soon; you expected me, I suppose?’

‘No, Robert; I dared not when it rained so fast. And you are wet and chilled—change everything! if you took cold, I should—we should blame ourselves in some measure.’

‘I am not wet through; my riding-coat is waterproof. Dry shoes are all I require. There \td the fire is pleasant after facing the cold wind and rain for a few miles.’

He stood on the kitchen hearth; Caroline stood beside him. Mr. Moore, while enjoying the genial glow, kept his eyes directed towards the glittering brasses on the shelf above. Chancing for an instant to look down, his glance rested on an uplifted face, flushed, smiling, happy, shaded with silky curls, lit with fine eyes. Sarah was gone into the parlour with the tray; a lecture from her mistress detained her there. Moore placed his hand a moment on his young cousin’s shoulder, stooped, and left a kiss on her forehead.

‘Oh!’ said she, as if the action had unsealed her lips, ‘I was miserable when I thought you would not come; I am almost too happy now. Are you happy, Robert? Do you like to come home?’

‘I think I do; to-night, at least.’

‘Are you certain you are not fretting about your frames, and your business, and the war?’

‘Not just now.’

‘Are you positive you don’t feel Hollow’s Cottage too small for you, and narrow and dismal?’

‘At this moment, no.’