"Come home, Hugh!" she said, coaxingly; for he had stopped, looking around bewildered. "Home,--and back to the mill!" He went on saying this over to himself, as if he would mutter down every pain in this dull despair. She followed him through the fog, her blue lips chattering with cold. They reached the cellar at last. Old Wolfe had been drinking since she went out, and had crept nearer the door. The girl Janey slept heavily In the corner. He went up to her, touching softly the worn white arm with his fingers. Some bitterer thought stung him, as he stood there. He wiped the drops from his forehead, and went into the room beyond, livid, trembling. A hope, trifling, perhaps, but very dear, had died just then out of the poor puddler's life, as he looked at the sleeping, innocent girl,--some plan for the future, in which she had borne a part. He gave it up that moment, then and forever. Only a trifle, perhaps, to us: his face grew a shade paler,--that was all. But, somehow, the man's soul, as God and the angels looked down on it, never was the same afterwards. Deborah followed him into the inner room. She carried a candle, which she placed on the floor, dosing the door after her. She had seen the look on his face, as he turned away: her own grew deadly. Yet, as she came up to him, her eyes glowed. He was seated on an old chest, quiet, holding his face in his hands. "Hugh!" she said, softly. He did not speak. "Hugh, did hur hear what the man said,--him with the clear voice? Did hur hear? Money, money,--that it wud do all?" He pushed her away,--gently, but he was worn out; her rasping tone fretted him. "Hugh!" The candle flared a pale yellow light over the cobwebbed brick walls, and the woman standing there. He looked at her. She was young, in deadly earnest; her faded eyes, and wet, ragged figure caught from their frantic eagerness a power akin to beauty. "Hugh, it is true! Money ull do it! Oh, Hugh, boy, listen till me! He said it true! It is money!" "I know. Go back! I do not want you here." "Hugh, it is t' last time. I 'II never worrit hur again." There were tears in her voice now, but she choked them back. "Hear till me only to-night! If one of t' witch people wud come, them we heard of t' home, and gif hur all hur wants, what then? Say, Hugh!" "What do you mean?" "I mean money.". Her whisper shrilled through his brain. "If one of t' witch dwarfs wud come from t' lane moors to-night, and gif hur money, to go out,--_out_, I say,--out, lad, where t' sun shines, and t' heath grows, and t' ladies walk in silken gownds, and God stays all t' time,--where t' man lives that talked to us to-night,--Hugh knows, --Hugh could walk there like a king!" He thought the woman mad, tried to check her, but she went on, fierce in her eager haste.