He had already set off to seek a night's lodging and some supper, no doubt, at a little inn half a mile down the road.
"'An inn ?' I cried.

'I wish we had gone there too.

It would have been far better than staying here.' "'Oh, it's a very poor place--'The Drover's Rest,' they call it.

It would never do for you, Miss,' said Mrs.Atkins, looking distressed that all her efforts for our comfort appeared to have been in vain.

'Giles might ha' thought of it himself,' she added, 'but then you see it would never strike him but what here--in the Grange--you'd be as safe as safe.