He immediately had visions of a pint of beer in the Hall kitchen.
"You do not think Mr.Juxon may have gone on alone, Mr.Short ?" said Mrs.
Goddard, leaning upon the wicket gate.

Her face looked very pale in the gloom.
"No--at would be very odd if he did," replied John, who had his hands in his greatcoat pockets and slowly stamped one foot after another on the hard ground, to keep himself warm.
"Then we must have passed him on the road," said Mrs.Goddard.

"But I was so sure I saw nobody--" "I think he will come presently," answered John in a reassuring tone.
"Why do you wait, Mrs.Goddard?
You must be cold, and it is dangerous for you to be out here.

Don't wait, Reynolds," he added; "we will walk up." "Oh please don't," cried Mrs.Goddard, imploringly.
John looked at her in some surprise.

The cloud suddenly passed from before the moon and he could see her anxious upturned face quite plainly.
He could not in the least understand the cause of her anxiety, but he supposed her nervousness was connected with her indisposition.