Anne closed the sitting-room door again, and turned to Arnold--who had risen, in surprise, to his feet.
"Travelers!" she exclaimed.

"At this time!" "And in this weather!" added Arnold.
"_Can_ it be Geoffrey ?" she asked--going back to the old vain delusion that he might yet feel for her, and return.
Arnold shook his head.

"Not Geoffrey.

Whoever else it may be--not Geoffrey!" Mrs.Inchbare suddenly entered the room--with her cap-ribb ons flying, her eyes staring, and her bones looking harder than ever.
"Eh, mistress!" she said to Anne.

"Wha do ye think has driven here to see ye, from Windygates Hoose, and been owertaken in the storm ?" Anne was speechless.