Then abandoning composure to the wintry winds, she found her best refuge in tears, and let herself be led to the carriage.
The tutor helped to put her in, and looked inquiringly at his pupil.
"Come in too, please," said the latter; "there is room inside." Mr Armstrong would fain have taken his seat beside Robbins on the box.
He hated scenes, and tears, and tragedies of all sorts.

But there was something in his pupil's voice which touched him.

He took his place within, and prayed that the moments might fly till they reached Maxfield.
Scarcely a word was spoken.

Once Roger hazarded a question, but it was the signal for a new outburst on his mother's part; and he wisely desisted, and leant back in his corner, silent and motionless.

As for the tutor, with the front seat to himself, he nursed his knee, and gazed fixedly out of the window the whole way.
What weeks those two hours seemed! How the horses laboured, and panted, and halted! And how interminably dismal was the dull muffled crunching of the wheels through the snow! At length a blurred light passed the window, and the tutor released his knee and put up his eye-glass.
"Here we are," said he; "that was the lodge." Roger slowly and reluctantly sat forward, and wrapped his mother's shawl closer round her.
Raffles stood on the door-step, and in the hall beyond Mr Armstrong could see the doctor standing.
As he stepped out, the page touched him on the arm.
"No 'urry," whispered he; "all over!" Whereupon the tutor quietly crept away to the seclusion of his own room..