CHAPTER VIII.
GOOD-BYE TO WOODVILLE.
Bertha often walked to the Glen before breakfast, and Noddy expected to find her there on the present occasion. As she did not appear, he followed the path toward Woodville, and actually reached the lawn which surrounded the mansion before he thought of the danger he incurred. But it was breakfast time in the servants' quarters, and he was not seen.
Keeping on the outskirts of the lawn, where he could make good his retreat in case of necessity, he walked nearly around to the pier, and was so fortunate as to discover Bertha at the turn of a winding path, near his route. The sight of her filled him with emotion, and brought to his mind the remembrance of the many happy days he had spent in her presence. He could hardly restrain the tears which the thought of leaving the place brought to his eyes, though Noddy was not given to the feminine custom of weeping.
"Miss Bertha," said he, as she approached the spot where he stood.
She started back with alarm; but he stepped forward from the concealment of the bushes, and with a smile of pleasure she recognized him.
"Why, Noddy, is that you?" said she, walking towards the spot where he stood.
"It's me, Miss Bertha; but I suppose you don't want to see me now."
"I am very glad to see you. What did you go away for?"
"Because they were going to put me in the court-house."