Returning across the grass by the way he had come, he was startled by the voices of two men from the road hard by.
‘Have ye zeed anybody?’
‘Not a soul.’
‘Shall we go across again?’
‘What’s the good? let’s home to supper.’
‘My lord must have heard somebody, or ’a wouldn’t have said it.’
‘Perhaps he’s nervous now he’s living in the cottage again. I thought that fancy was over. Well, I’m glad ’tis a young wife he’s brought us. She’ll have her routs and her rackets as well as the high-born ones, you’ll see, as soon as she gets used to the place.’
‘She must be a queer Christian to pick up with him.’
‘Well, if she’ve charity ’tis enough for we poor men; her faith and hope may be as please God. Now I be for on-along homeward.’
As soon as they had gone Christopher moved from his hiding, and, avoiding the gravel-walk, returned to his coachman, telling him to drive at once to Anglebury.