"And who cares who they may be?" replied the sturdy farmer, throwing
himself out of bed. "I'll just see how they look from the window,
Mary;" and he proceeded to the window, threw it up, looked over, and
saw beneath him a man of large stature, mounted on a powerful black
horse, with a lady seated behind him.
"Dreadful night, friend," said the stranger, looking up to the window
occupied by Henderson, and to which he had been attracted by the
noise made in raising it. "Can you give my fellow-traveller here
shelter till the morning? She is so benumbed with cold, so drenched
with wet, and so exhausted by the fatigue of a long day's ride, that
she can proceed no further; and we have yet a good fifteen miles to
make out."
"This is no hostel, friend, for the accommodation of travellers,"
replied the farmer. "I am not in the habit of admitting strangers
into my house, especially at so late an hour of the night as this."
"Had I been asking for myself," rejoined the horseman, "I should not
have complained of your wariness; but surely you won't be so churlish
as refuse quarters to a lady on such a night as this. She can scarce
retain her seat on the saddle. Besides, you shall be handsomely paid
for any trouble you may be put to."
"Oh do, good sir, allow me to remain with you for the night, for I am
indeed very much fatigued," came up to the ear of Henderson, in
feeble but silvery tones, from the fair companion of the horseman,
with the addition, after a short pause, of "You shall be well
rewarded for the kindness."
At a loss what to do, Henderson made no immediate reply, but,
scratching his head, withdrew from the window a moment to consult his
wife.
Learning that there was a lady in the case, and judging from this
circumstance that no violence or mischief of any kind was likely to
be intended, the latter agreed, although still with some reluctance,
to her husband's suggestion that the benighted travellers should be
admitted.
On this resolution being come to, Henderson returned to the window,
and thrusting out his head, exclaimed, "Wait there a moment, and I
will admit you."
In the next instant he had unbarred the outer door, and had stepped
out to assist the lady in dismounting; but was anticipated in this
courtesy by her companion, who had already placed her on the ground.
"Shall I put up your horse, sir?" said Henderson, addressing the
stranger, but now with more deference than before; as, from his dress
and manner, which he had now an opportunity of observing more
closely, he had no doubt he was a man of rank.
"Oh no, thank you, friend," replied the latter. "My business is
pressing, an I must go on; but allow me to recommend this fair lady
to your kindest attention. To-morrow I will return and carry her
away."
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