I went inside; it was time.
"Have you any luggage?" I admitted that I had. "Perhaps it had better be brought in."
"Perhaps it had."
"Do you think that you could manage, Tidy?"
"The mare, she'll stand still enough. I should think I could, miss."
CHAPTER II.
AND THE PERFORMANCE.
By degrees my belongings were borne into the hall, hidden under an envelope of snow. The girl seemed surprised at their number. The driver was paid, the cart disappeared, the door was shut; the girl and I were alone together.
"We didn't expect that you would come."
"Not expect me? But it was all arranged; I wrote to say that I would come. Did you not receive my letter?"