This once admitted, not for a moment would she delay response.

She rose, threw on a dressing-gown, and set out in the dim light of the breaking day to find again the room into which she had seen him carried.
There was yet another in the house who could not sleep, and that was Tom Fool.

He had a strong suspicion that Richard had learned the watchword from his mother, who, like most people desirous of a reputation for superior knowledge, was always looking out for scraps and orts of peculiar information.

In such persons an imagination after its kind has considerable play, and when mother Rees had succeeded, without much difficulty on her own, or sense of risk on her son's part, in drawing from him the watchword of the week, she was aware in herself of a huge accession of importance; she felt as if she had been intrusted with the keys of the main entrance, and trod her clay floor as if the fate of Raglan was hid in her bosom, and the great pile rested in safety under the shadow of her wings.

But her imagined gain was likely to prove her son's loss; for, as he reasoned with himself, would Mr.Heywood, now that he knew him for the thief of his mare, persist, upon reflection, in refusing to betray his mother?
If not, then the fault would at once be traced to him, with the result at the very least, of disgraceful expulsion from the marquis's service.