Towards night the market woman's prophecy came true, and Philip was permitted to hold a granddaughter in his arms. The grandmother had saved the situation in her own opinion, and she only returned home, utterly exhausted in mind and body, at midnight. But Philip was even later, and the kitchen clock had rattled the hour of two before he left his son and returned to his wife. She slept heavily, but he ventured to wake her. "Thought you'd like to know they be going to call the child 'Hephzibah,'" he said. She uttered sleepy sounds. "Jar's idea, I lay. I'm glad." "'Twas my idea--I would have it," answered Philip. "Mary's prettier, however. Better you hadn't interfered. But there'll be plenty of others. A long family they'll get, mark me. Don't you talk no more. I'm three parts dead to-night, and I wish you hadn't woke me." He felt a wound and sighed. He had expected a little praise. Sarah Jane was among the first who came to visit the new mother. She said many kind things of the child, spent an hour with secret thoughts in the house where Hilary Woodrow had lived, and then departed homeward again. The day was stern and fresh. Easterly winds blew over the cradle of the New Year, and February had not thus far emptied her usual libation upon the earth. The Moor slept in the colours of mourning, and the wind seemed to bite into the very granite and shrivel up the humble life that dwelt thereon. Hazes hid the horizon, but the adjacent hills stood darkly out, clean-cut against the steel-grey sky. Lyd shrilled along her ways and beside the water a carrion crow or two sat with feathers puffed out. They rose heavily as Sarah Jane approached to cross the stepping-stones. Then, under Doe Tor, a man met her. He was riding a rough horse and bound for home; but now he stopped, and turned, and went back a part of the way to Ruddyford beside her. "I've just been seeing Mary," she said. "I'm sure you're very fortunate. Nobody never had a braver li'l one." "How are you?" he asked. "Why, 'tis six months since I've seed 'e--to speak to--or more." "Very well, thank you." "And your man and your youngster?" "Well as possible." He looked down at her and thought of the past, and smiled to himself. "'Tis funny to you, no doubt, being in my house again. You must have missed Mr. Woodrow a bit, I should think." "'Twas funny." "What's the news of him? Do you ever go down to Dawlish to have a chat with him?" Sarah Jane remembered that this man warned her husband against Woodrow. From that moment her attitude towards him had changed. And she had just heard another thing from his wife. Mary was anxious that Sarah Jane should be her child's godmother and Jarratt refused to permit it. He gave no reasons, but explained that he wished others to fill that position. This fact Brendon's wife had learned within the hour from her friend. "Daniel and Mr. Prout go down from time to time and bide a night or two. I haven't," she said.