At sight of Mrs. Hall they both turned, looking at her in a way neither quite conscious nor unconscious, and without seeming to recollect that words were necessary as a solution to the scene.  In another moment Sally entered also, when Mr. Darton dropped his companion’s hand, led the horse aside, and came to greet his betrothed and Mrs. Hall.

‘Ah!’ he said, smiling—­with something like forced composure—­’this is a roundabout way of arriving, you will say, my dear Mrs. Hall.  But we lost our way, which made us late.  I saw a light here, and led in my horse at once—­my friend Johns and my man have gone back to the little inn with theirs, not to crowd you too much.  No sooner had I entered than I saw that this lady had taken temporary shelter here—­and found I was intruding.’

‘She is my daughter-in-law,’ said Mrs. Hall calmly.  ’My son, too, is in the house, but he has gone to bed unwell.’

Sally had stood staring wonderingly at the scene until this moment, hardly recognizing Darton’s shake of the hand.  The spell that bound her was broken by her perceiving the two little children seated on a heap of hay.  She suddenly went forward, spoke to them, and took one on her arm and the other in her hand.

‘And two children?’ said Mr. Darton, showing thus that he had not been there long enough as yet to understand the situation.

‘My grandchildren,’ said Mrs. Hall, with as much affected ease as before.

Philip Hall’s wife, in spite of this interruption to her first rencounter, seemed scarcely so much affected by it as to feel any one’s presence in addition to Mr. Darton’s.  However, arousing herself by a quick reflection, she threw a sudden critical glance of her sad eyes upon Mrs. Hall; and, apparently finding her satisfactory, advanced to her in a meek initiative.  Then Sally and the stranger spoke some friendly words to each other, and Sally went on with the children into the house.  Mrs. Hall and Helena followed, and Mr. Darton followed these, looking at Helena’s dress and outline, and listening to her voice like a man in a dream.

By the time the others reached the house Sally had already gone upstairs with the tired children.  She rapped against the wall for Rebekah to come in and help to attend to them, Rebekah’s house being a little ’spit-and-dab’ cabin leaning against the substantial stone-work of Mrs. Hall’s taller erection.  When she came a bed was made up for the little ones, and some supper given to them.  On descending the stairs after seeing this done Sally went to the sitting-room.  Young Mrs. Hall entered it just in advance of her, having in the interim retired with her mother-in-law to take off her bonnet, and otherwise make herself presentable.  Hence it was evident that no further communication could have passed between her and Mr. Darton since their brief interview in the stable.

Mr. Japheth Johns now opportunely arrived, and broke up the restraint of the company, after a few orthodox meteorological commentaries had passed between him and Mrs. Hall by way of introduction.  They at once sat down to supper, the present of wine and turkey not being produced for consumption to-night, lest the premature display of those gifts should seem to throw doubt on Mrs. Hall’s capacities as a provider.