Cecilia enquired for her husband, and was told that he was gone out to day-labour.
“I am very glad to hear it,” returned she; “I hope then he has got the better of the accident he met with last night?”
“It was not him, madam,” said the woman, “met with the accident, it was John;—there he is, working in the garden.”
To the garden then they all went, and saw him upon the ground, weeding.
The moment they approached he arose, and, without speaking, began to limp, for he could hardly walk; away.
“I am sorry, master,” said Cecilia, “that you are so much hurt. Have you had anything put to your foot?”
The man made no answer, but still turned away from her; a glance, however, of his eye, which the next instant he fixed upon the ground, startled her; she moved round to look at him again,—and perceived Mr Belfield!
“Good God!” she exclaimed; but seeing him still retreat, she recollected in a moment how little he would be obliged to her for betraying him, and suffering him to go on, turned back to her party, and led the way again into the house.
As soon as the first emotion of her surprise was over, she enquired how long John had belonged to this cottage, and what was his way of life.
The woman answered he had only been with them a week, and that he went out to day-labour with her husband.