Should she advance or retreat? She felt sure he had seen her. He stopped quite short and looked at her.
"Surely you can't be Miss Moore?" he inquired, incredulously.
"Yes," replied Bernardine in a voice in which he detected tears.
The man muttered something under his breath which she did not quite catch.
"If you please, Miss, where is your luggage?"
"I—I have only this hand-bag," she faltered.
"Come this way, miss," he said; and Bernardine followed him, not without some misgiving, to the end of the platform from which Jasper Wilde had so recently disappeared.
Here she saw a coach in waiting, though she had not heard the sound of the horses' hoofs when they arrived there.
Then came a long ride over a level stretch of country. It was a great relief to Bernardine to see the moon come forth at last from a great bank of black clouds; it was a relief to see the surrounding country, the meadows, and the farm-houses lying here and there on either side of the steep road up which they went.
"Would the lady like her or be displeased with her?" she asked herself.