Bradley went out, and not with a light heart, for his love had now entered into the stew and fretful state. The girl stood in the hall, and in the dim light he did not recognize her till she spoke. She handed him a small package.
"What is this?" he asked.
"It is yours."
"My what?"
"Your watch."
It was some time before he could speak. All ideas were as dust blown about his mind. "You don't mean to say that—you couldn't have taken it—you—"
"Let me go where I can talk to you—outside."
He went out with her and together they walked along the street. Looking back, he saw Agnes at the window, and he waved his hand at her. She made a face at him, he thought. "Now, what is it you have to say?"
"You know a man named Goyle?" she said.
"Yes, I have met him at the Judge's house."