‘We passed through Evershead as we came,’ he continued, ’and I just looked in at the “Sow-and-Acorn” to see if old Mike still kept on there as usual.  The carrier had come in from Sherton Abbas at that moment, and guessing that I was bound for this place—­for I think he knew me—­he asked me to bring on a dressmaker’s parcel for Sally that was marked “immediate.”  My wife had walked on with the children.  ’Twas a flimsy parcel, and the paper was torn, and I found on looking at it that it was a thick warm gown.  I didn’t wish you to see poor Helena in a shabby state.  I was ashamed that you should—­’twas not what she was born to.  I untied the parcel in the road, took it on to her where she was waiting in the Lower Barn, and told her I had managed to get it for her, and that she was to ask no question.  She, poor thing, must have supposed I obtained it on trust, through having reached a place where I was known, for she put it on gladly enough.  She has it on now.  Sally has other gowns, I daresay.’

Sally looked at her mother, speechless.

‘You have others, I daresay!’ repeated Phil, with a sick man’s impatience.  ’I thought to myself, “Better Sally cry than Helena freeze.”  Well, is the dress of great consequence?  ’Twas nothing very ornamental, as far as I could see.’

‘No—­no; not of consequence,’ returned Sally sadly, adding in a gentle voice, ’You will not mind if I lend her another instead of that one, will you?’

Philip’s agitation at the confession had brought on another attack of the cough, which seemed to shake him to pieces.  He was so obviously unfit to sit in a chair that they helped him upstairs at once; and having hastily given him a cordial and kindled the bedroom fire, they descended to fetch their unhappy new relations.

CHAPTER III

It was with strange feelings that the girl and her mother, lately so cheerful, passed out of the back door into the open air of the barton, laden with hay scents and the herby breath of cows.  A fine sleet had begun to fall, and they trotted across the yard quickly.  The stable-door was open; a light shone from it—­from the lantern which always hung there, and which Philip had lighted, as he said.  Softly nearing the door, Mrs. Hall pronounced the name ‘Helena!’

There was no answer for the moment.  Looking in she was taken by surprise.  Two people appeared before her.  For one, instead of the drabbish woman she had expected, Mrs. Hall saw a pale, dark-eyed, ladylike creature, whose personality ruled her attire rather than was ruled by it.  She was in a new and handsome gown, of course, and an old bonnet.  She was standing up, agitated; her hand was held by her companion—­none else than Sally’s affianced, Farmer Charles Darton, upon whose fine figure the pale stranger’s eyes were fixed, as his were fixed upon her.  His other hand held the rein of his horse, which was standing saddled as if just led in.