"Walk on slowly, while I run back and get them."
"Oh, we are too far—"
"Hilloa!" cried a man at this moment, some distance in front of them.
"It is Mr. Chillingworth," said Henry.
"Hilloa," cried the worthy doctor again. "Is that you, my friend, Henry Bannerworth?"
"It is," cried Henry.
Mr. Chillingworth now came up to them and said,—
"I was before my time, so rather than wait at the church porch, which would have exposed me to observation perhaps, I thought it better to walk on, and chance meeting with you."
"You guessed we should come this way?'
"Yes, and so it turns out, really. It is unquestionably your most direct route to the church."