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'Yo're cold and drenched,' said she. 'Come near to t' fire and warm

yo'rsel'; yo' mun pardon us if we dunnot think on everything at

onest.' 'Yo're very kind, very kind indeed,' said Hester, touched by the

poor woman's evident effort to forget her own grief in the duties of

hospitality, and loving Bell from that moment.

'I'm Hester Rose,' she continued, half addressing Sylvia, who she

thought might remember the name, 'and Philip Hepburn has sent me in

a tax-cart to t' stile yonder, to fetch both on yo' back to

Monkshaven.' Sylvia raised her head and looked intently at Hester.

Bell clasped her hands tight together and leant forwards.

'It's my master as wants us?' said she, in an eager, questioning

tone.

'It's for to see yo'r master,' said Hester. 'Philip says he'll be

sent to York to-morrow, and yo'll be fain to see him before he goes;

and if yo'll come down to Monkshaven to-night, yo'll be on t' spot

again' the time comes when t' justices will let ye.' Bell was up and about, making for the place where she kept her

out-going things, almost before Hester had begun to speak. She

hardly understood about her husband's being sent to York, in the

possession of the idea that she might go and see him. She did not

understand or care how, in this wild night, she was to get to

Monkshaven; all she thought of was, that she might go and see her

husband. But Sylvia took in more points than her mother, and, almost

suspiciously, began to question Hester.

'Why are they sending him to York? What made Philip leave us? Why

didn't he come hissel'?' 'He couldn't come hissel', he bade me say; because he was bound to

be at the lawyer's at five, about yo'r father's business. I think

yo' might ha' known he would ha' come for any business of his own;

and, about York, it's Philip as telled me, and I never asked why. I

never thought on yo'r asking me so many questions. I thought yo'd be

ready to fly on any chance o' seeing your father.' Hester spoke out

the sad reproach that ran from her heart to her lips. To distrust

Philip! to linger when she might hasten!

'Oh!' said Sylvia, breaking out into a wild cry, that carried with

it more conviction of agony than much weeping could have done. 'I

may be rude and hard, and I may ask strange questions, as if I cared

for t' answers yo' may gi' me; an', in my heart o' hearts, I care

for nought but to have father back wi' us, as love him so dear. I

can hardly tell what I say, much less why I say it. Mother is so

patient, it puts me past mysel', for I could fight wi' t' very

walls, I'm so mad wi' grieving. Sure, they'll let him come back wi'

us to-morrow, when they hear from his own sel' why he did it?' She looked eagerly at Hester for an answer to this last question,

which she had put in a soft, entreating tone, as if with Hester

herself the decision rested. Hester shook her head. Sylvia came up

to her and took her hands, almost fondling them.