But all this time Mrs.Johnson is waiting breakfast for us.

Let me take you into the dining-room." It was very hard work for Ellinor to do her duty as a guest, and to allow herself to be interested and talked to on local affairs by her host and hostess.

But she felt as if she had spoken shortly and abruptly to Mr.
Johnson in their previous conversation, and that she must try and make amends for it; so she attended to all the details about the restoration of the church, and the difficulty of getting a good music-master for the three little Miss Johnsons, with all her usual gentle good breeding and patience, though no one can tell how her heart and imagination were full of the coming interview with poor old Dixon.
By-and-by Mr.Johnson was called out of the room to see Mr.Ormerod, and receive the order of admission from him.

Ellinor clasped her hands tight together as she listened with apparent composure to Mrs Johnson's never- ending praise of the Hullah system.

But when Mr.Johnson returned, she could not help interrupting her eulogy, and saying-- "Then I may go now ?" Yes, the order was there--she might go, and Mr.Johnson would accompany her, to see that she met with no difficulty or obstacle.
As they walked thither, he told her that some one--a turnkey, or some one--would have to be present at the interview; that such was always the rule in the case of condemned prisoners; but that if this third person was "obliging," he would keep out of earshot.