E’en, as the coach resum’d the onward course,
A thought struck Arnold, with emphatic force,—
That this sly woman, dexterous and sedate,
Might have inform’d herself on the estate:
“How cunning,” thought he; “well, it is their trade,
And fools are often innocently made.”
III.
As day wore on—the evening-hour of eight
Brought them within a league of Rollingate:
There the old house stood in a pleasant vale,