Mrs Carbonel was at the door when her husband rode up, having only just managed to hush off her little Mary to sleep, and left her and the baby with Rachel Mole to watch over them. Poor thing, she had been in a terrible state of anxiety and terror for all these hours, so much the worse because of the need of keeping her little girl from being agitated by seeing her alarm or hearing the cries, exclamations, and fragments of news that Mrs Pearson and her daughters were rushing about with. When she saw him first, and Sophy a moment afterwards, she sprang up to him as he dismounted, and greeted him with a burst of sobs and thankful tears. "Why, Mary, Mary, what's this? One would think I had been in a general engagement. You, a soldier's wife! No; nobody's a hair the worse! Here is Sir Harry Hartman wondering at you." To hear of the presence of a stranger startled Mrs Carbonel into recovering herself, with "I beg your pardon," and her pretty courtesy, with the tears still on her face; while the old gentleman kindly spoke of the grievous afternoon she had had, and all the time Mr and Mrs Pearson were entreating him to do them the honour to come in and drink a glass of wine--for cake and wine were then considered to be _the thing_ to offer guests in a farmhouse. Sir Harry, aware of what farmhouse port was apt to be, begged for a glass of home-brewed ale instead, but came in readily, hoping to persuade Mrs Carbonel to send for the Poppleby post-chaise, and let him take her and her children home. She was afraid, however, to disturb little Mary, and Mrs Pearson reckoned on housing them for the night, besides which his park was too far-off. So it was settled that Sophy, for whom there really was no room, should go to Poppleby Parsonage with Mr Grantley for the night, and she and Sir Harry only tarried to talk over the matter, and come to an understanding of the whole as far as might be. "Who warned you?" asked the captain. "The last person I should expect--Tirzah Todd, good woman," said Mrs Carbonel. "She came and called me, and helped me over the hedges." "And Hoglah came after me," said Sophy, "and told me to come here, only I could not." "You were the heroine of the whole, Miss Carbonel," said Sir Harry. "Oh, don't say so; I didn't do any good at all," said Sophy, becoming much ashamed of her attempt at haranguing. "Old Pucklechurch was the one, for he saved all the dear cows and horses, and was nearly letting himself be killed in the defence. But, oh! all the rest of them. To think of them treating us so after everything!" "Most likely they were compelled," said gentle Mrs Carbonel. "They will hear of it again," said Sir Harry. "Could you identify them, Miss Carbonel?" "A good many," said Sophy, "though they had their faces chalked--that horrid Dan Hewlett for one."