Joyce nodded and went over to the rock on which the young lady was seated. She planted herself before her.
'The 'ouse to which we must carry the gent be yonder,' said the post-boy. 'I seed him as I went for the gate.'
'Do not be alarmed if we carry your father.'
'I shall not be alarmed.'
Then the post-boy going before and the young gentleman following, they proceeded very gently to carry the motionless form in the direction of West Wyke.
Joyce remained with the young lady; she studied her with great attention from head to foot. The sky was clear, and there was still much light entangled in the upper atmosphere. The whole of the north was full of silvery twilight.
'I niver seed a born leddy afore so close,' said Joyce.
'I am a born lady,' replied the other, haughtily.
'Did I say you wasn't? Have you any other rags on but what I sees?'
'Rags!' indignantly. 'What do you mean, girl?'