'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.