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Beyond those pastures stretched the dark waters
of Thirlmere, looking like a broad river.
The descent was passing steep, but Hammond's strong arm and steady
steps made Mary's progress very easy, while she had in no wise
exaggerated her familiarity with the windings and twistings of the
track. Yet as they had need to travel very slowly so long as the fog
still surrounded them, the journey downward lasted a considerable time,
and it was past five when they arrived at the little roadside inn at the
foot of the hill.
Here Mr. Hammond insisted that Mary should rest at least long enough to
take a cup of tea. She was very white and tired. She had been profoundly
agitated, and looked on the point of fainting, although she protested
that she was quite ready to walk on.
'You are not going to walk another step,' said Hammond. 'While you are
taking your tea I will get you a carriage.'
'Indeed, I had rather hurry on at once,' urged Mary. 'We are so late
already.'
'You will get home all the sooner if you obey me. It is your duty to
obey me now,' said Hammond, in a lowered voice.


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