She crouches in another doorway, watching that one, and easily comprehending that he puts up temporarily at that house.
Her patience is unexhausted by hours.

For sustenance she can, and does, buy bread within a hundred yards, and milk as it is carried past her.
He comes forth again at noon, having changed his dress, but carrying nothing in his hand, and having nothing carried for him.

He is not going back into the country, therefore, just yet.

She follows him a little way, hesitates, instantaneously turns confidently, and goes straight into the house he has quitted.
'Is the gentleman from Cloisterham indoors?
'Just gone out.' 'Unlucky.

When does the gentleman return to Cloisterham ?' 'At six this evening.' 'Bless ye and thank ye.