Her better feelings rushed back, her old confidence and
reverence; and, in the altogether nebulo-chaotic condition of her
mind, she felt as if, in his turn, Godfrey had just appeared for
her deliverance.
"I am not going to the town, Letty," he answered. "I came to meet
you, and we will go home together. It is no use waiting for the
rain to stop, and about as little to put up an umbrella, I have
brought your waterproof, and we must just take it as it comes."
The wind was up again, and the next moment Letty, on Godfrey's
arm, was struggling with the same storm she had so lately
encountered leaning on Tom's, while Tom was only too glad to be
left alone on the floor of the dismal hut, whence he did not
venture to rise for some time, lest any the most improbable thing
should happen, to bring Mr. Wardour back. He was as mortally
afraid of being discovered as any young thief in a farmer's
orchard.
He had a dreary walk back to the public house where he had
stabled his horse; but he trudged it cheerfully, brooding with
delight on Letty's beauty, and her lovely confidence in Tom
Helmer--a personage whom he had begun to feel nobody trusted as
he deserved.
"Poor child!" he said to himself--he as well as Godfrey
patronized her--"what a doleful walk home she will have with that
stuck-up old bachelor fellow!"
Nor, indeed, was it a very comfortable walk home she had,
although Godfrey talked all the way, as well as a head-wind, full
of rain, would permit.
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