But I wish we'd got boots instead of slippers." "So do I," replied I, who even as I stood felt the sharp gravel cutting my feet; "ninety miles in slippers will be rather rough." "Never mind," said Jack, "come on." "Come on," said I.
At that moment, to our dismay and misery, we heard a window above us stealthily opened, close to the water-pipe, and looking up beheld the Henniker's head and yellow-and-black body suddenly thrust out.
"Batchelor and Smith--Mr Ladislaw," (here her voice rose to pretty nearly a shriek)--"Mr Ladislaw! come at once, please--Batchelor and Smith, running away.

Mr Ladislaw, quick! Batchelor and Smith!" We stood motionless, with no spirit left to fly, until the door was opened, and Mr Ladislaw, Miss Henniker, and Mr Hashford, all three, sallied out to capture us.
Among them we were dragged back, faint and exhausted, into Stonebridge House, all thoughts of freedom, and London, effectually banished from our heads, and still worse, with the bitter sense of disappointment added to our other miseries.
Mr Hashford was set to watch us for the rest of the night in the empty schoolroom.

And he had an easy task.

For even though he fell asleep over it, we had no notion of returning to our old scheme.

Indeed, I was shivering so, I had no notion of anything but the cold.