It's a fighting-house; and there used to be a dog show there, and a reunion of vocal talent, and all sorts of villanies." "Well, see to the horse, Jim, and I'll sing out when I'm ready," said the Major, and went back into the house.
He came back through the kitchen, and saw that Madge was being treated by the maids with that respect that a reputed witch never fails to command; then, having sat for some time talking to his wife, and finding that the storm was cleared off, he kissed his sleeping child and its mother, and, mounting his horse in the stable-yard, rode off towards Exeter.
In the morning, when Mrs.Buckley came down stairs, she inquired for Madge.

They told her she had been up some time, and, having got some breakfast, was walking up and down in front of the house.

Going there, Mrs.Buckley found her.

Her dress was rearranged with picturesque neatness, and a red handkerchief pinned over her rich dark hair, that last night had streamed wild and wet in the tempest.

Altogether, she looked an utterly different being from the strange, storm-beaten creature who had craved their hospitality the night before.