"You had better leave me now. They are sitting up and watching for me." "No! go on, the night is very dark. I must see you to the gate." They walked rapidly, and just as they approached the house Marian saw a little figure wandering about on the moor, and which suddenly sprang toward her with an articulate cry of joy! It was Miriam, who threw herself upon Marian with such earnestness of welcome that she did not notice Thurston, who now raised his hat slightly from his head, with a slight nod, and walked rapidly away. "Here she is, mother! Oh! here she is!" cried Miriam, pulling at Marian's dress and drawing her in the house. "Oh! Marian, how anxious you have made us! Where have you been?" asked Edith, in a tone half of love, half of vexation. "I have been detained," said Marian, in a low voice. The cottage room was very inviting. The evening was just chilly enough to make the bright little wood fire agreeable. On the clean hearth before it sat the tea-pot and a covered plate of toast waiting for Marian. And old Jenny got up and sat out a little stand, covered it with a white napkin, and put the tea and toast, with the addition of a piece of cold chicken and a saucer of preserves, upon it. And Marian laid off her straw bonnet and muslin scarf and sat down and tried to eat, for affectionate eyes had already noticed the trouble of her countenance, and were watching her now with anxiety. "You do not seem to have an appetite, dear; what is the matter?" asked Edith. "I am not very well," said Marian, rising and leaving the table, and refraining with difficulty from bursting into tears. "It's dat ar cussed infunnelly party at Lockemup--last Toosday!" said Jenny, as she cleared away the tea service--"a-screwin' up tight in cusseds an' ball-dresses! an' a-dancing all night till broad daylight! 'sides heavin' of ever so much unwholesome 'fectionery trash down her t'roat--de constitution ob de United States hisself couldn't stan' sich! much less a delicy young gall! I 'vises ov you, honey, to go to bed." "Indeed, Marian, it was too much for you to lose your rest all night, and then have to get up early to go to school. You should have had a good sleep this morning. And then to be detained so late this evening. Did you have to keep any of the girls in, or was it a visit from the trustees that detained you?" "Neither," said Marian, nervously, "but I think I must take Jenny's advice and go to bed." CHAPTER XVIII. THAT NIGHT. From that miserable night, Marian saw no more of Thurston, except occasionally at church, when he came at irregular intervals, and maintained the same coolness and distance of manner toward her, and with matchless self-command, too, since often his heart yearned toward her with almost irresistible force.