only　to　meet　her　again；　was　in　a　state　of　ecstatic　reverence；　and
  bending　down　he　gently　kissed　her。
  Anne　was　just　becoming　conscious。
  'O；　Mr。　Derriman；　never；　never！'　she　murmured；　sweeping　her　face
  with　her　hand。
  'I　thought　he　was　at　the　bottom　of　it；'　said　John。
  Anne　opened　her　eyes；　and　started　back　from　him。　　'What　is　it？'　she
  said　wildly。
  'You　are　ill；　my　dear　Miss　Garland；'　replied　John　in　trembling
  anxiety；　and　taking　her　hand。
  'I　am　not　ill；　I　am　wearied　out！'　she　said。　　'Can't　we　walk　on？　　How
  far　are　we　from　Overcombe？'
  'About　a　mile。　　But　tell　me；　somebody　has　been　hurting　you
  frightening　you。　　I　know　who　it　was；　it　was　Derriman；　and　that　was
  his　horse。　　Now　do　you　tell　me　all。'
  Anne　reflected。　　'Then　if　I　tell　you；'　she　said；　'will　you　discuss
  with　me　what　I　had　better　do；　and　not　for　the　present　let　my　mother
  and　your　father　know？　　I　don't　want　to　alarm　them；　and　I　must　not
  let　my　affairs　interrupt　the　business　connexion　between　the　mill　and
  the　hall　that　has　gone　on　for　so　many　years。'
  The　trumpet…major　promised；　and　Anne　told　the　adventure。　　His　brow
  reddened　as　she　went　on；　and　when　she　had　done　she　said；　'Now　you
  are　angry。　　Don't　do　anything　dreadful；　will　you？　　Remember　that
  this　Festus　will　most　likely　succeed　his　uncle　at　Oxwell；　in　spite
  of　present　appearances；　and　if　Bob　succeeds　at　the　mill　there　should
  be　no　enmity　between　them。'
  'That's　true。　　I　won't　tell　Bob。　　Leave　him　to　me。　　Where　is
  Derriman　now？　　On　his　way　home；　I　suppose。　　When　I　have　seen　you
  into　the　house　I　will　deal　with　himquite　quietly；　so　that　he　shall
  say　nothing　about　it。'
  'Yes；　appeal　to　him；　do！　　Perhaps　he　will　be　better　then。'
  They　walked　on　together；　Loveday　seeming　to　experience　much　quiet
  bliss。
  'I　came　to　look　for　you；'　he　said；　'because　of　that　dear；　sweet
  letter　you　wrote。'
  'Yes；　I　did　write　you　a　letter；'　she　admitted；　with　misgiving；　now
  beginning　to　see　her　mistake。　　'It　was　because　I　was　sorry　I　had
  blamed　you。'
  'I　am　almost　glad　you　did　blame　me；'　said　John　cheerfully；　'since；
  if　you　had　not；　the　letter　would　not　have　come。　　I　have　read　it
  fifty　times　a　day。'
  This　put　Anne　into　an　unhappy　mood；　and　they　proceeded　without　much
  further　talk　till　the　mill　chimneys　were　visible　below　them。　　John
  then　said　that　he　would　leave　her　to　go　in　by　herself。
  'Ah；　you　are　going　back　to　get　into　some　danger　on　my　account？'
  'I　can't　get　into　much　danger　with　such　a　fellow　as　he；　can　I？'　said
  John；　smiling。
  'Well；　no；'　she　answered；　with　a　sudden　carelessness　of　tone。　　It
  was　indispensable　that　he　should　be　undeceived；　and　to　begin　the
  process　by　taking　an　affectedly　light　view　of　his　personal　risks　was
  perhaps　as　good　a　way　to　do　it　as　any。　　Where　friendliness　was
  construed　as　love；　an　assumed　indifference　was　the　necessary
  expression　for　friendliness。
  So　she　let　him　go；　and；　bidding　him　hasten　back　as　soon　as　he　could；
  went　down　the　hill；　while　John's　feet　retraced　the　upland。
  The　trumpet…major　spent　the　whole　afternoon　and　evening　in　that　long
  and　difficult　search　for　Festus　Derriman。　　Crossing　the　down　at　the
  end　of　the　second　hour　he　met　Molly　and　Mrs。　Loveday。　　The　gig　had
  been　repaired；　they　had　learnt　the　groundlessness　of　the　alarm；　and
  they　would　have　been　proceeding　happily　enough　but　for　their　anxiety
  about　Anne。　　John　told　them　shortly　that　she　had　got　a　lift　home；
  and　proceeded　on　his　way。
  The　worthy　object　of　his　search　had　in　the　meantime　been　plodding
  homeward　on　foot；　sulky　at　the　loss　of　his　charger；　encumbered　with
  his　sword；　belts；　high　boots；　and　uniform；　and　in　his　own
  discomfiture　careless　whether　Anne　Garland's　life　had　been
  endangered　or　not。
  At　length　Derriman　reached　a　place　where　the　road　ran　between　high
  banks；　one　of　which　he　mounted　and　paced　along　as　a　change　from　the
  hard　trackway。　　Ahead　of　him　he　saw　an　old　man　sitting　down；　with
  eyes　fixed　on　the　dust　of　the　road；　as　if　resting　and　meditating　at
  one　and　the　same　time。　　Being　pretty　sure　that　he　recognized　his
  uncle　in　that　venerable　figure；　Festus　came　forward　stealthily；　till
  he　was　immediately　above　the　old　man's　back。　　The　latter　was　clothed
  in　faded　nankeen　breeches；　speckled　stockings；　a　drab　hat；　and　a
  coat　which　had　once　been　light　blue；　but　from　exposure　as　a
  scarecrow　had　assumed　the　complexion　and　fibre　of　a　dried
  pudding…cloth。　　The　farmer　was；　in　fact；　returning　to　the　hall；
  which　he　had　left　in　the　morning　some　time　later　than　his　nephew；　to
  seek　an　asylum　in　a　hollow　tree　about　two　miles　off。　　The　tree　was
  so　situated　as　to　command　a　view　of　the　building；　and　Uncle　Benjy
  had　managed　to　clamber　up　inside　this　natural　fortification　high
  enough　to　watch　his　residence　through　a　hole　in　the　bark；　till；
  gathering　from　the　words　of　occasional　passers…by　that　the　alarm　was
  at　least　premature；　he　had　ventured　into　daylight　again。
  He　was　now　engaged　in　abstractedly　tracing　a　diagram　in　the　dust
  with　his　walking…stick；　and　muttered　words　to　himself　aloud。
  Presently　he　arose　and　went　on　his　way　without　turning　round。
  Festus　was　curious　enough　to　descend　and　look　at　the　marks。　　They
  represented　an　oblong；　with　two　semi…diagonals；　and　a　little　square
  in　the　middle。　　Upon　the　diagonals　were　the　figures　20　and　17；　and
  on　each　side　of　the　parallelogram　stood　a　letter　signifying　the
  point　of　the　compass。
  'What　crazy　thing　is　running　in　his　head　now？'　said　Festus　to
  himself；　with　supercilious　pity；　recollecting　that　the　farmer　had
  been　singing　those　very　numbers　earlier　in　the　morning。　　Being　able
  to　make　nothing　of　it；　he　lengthened　his　strides；　and　treading　on
  tiptoe　overtook　his　relative；　saluting　him　by　scratching　his　back
  like　a　hen。　　The　startled　old　farmer　danced　round　like　a　top；　and
  gasping；　said；　as　he　perceived　his　nephew；　'What；　Festy！　not　thrown
  from　your　horse　and　killed；　then；　after　all！'
  'No；　nunc。　　What　made　ye　think　that？'
  'Champion　passed　me　about　an　hour　ago；　when　I　was　in　hidingpoor
  timid　soul　of　me；　for　I　had　nothing　to　lose　by　the　French　coming
  and　he　looked　awful　with　the　stirrups　dangling　and　the　saddle　empty。
  'Tis　a　gloomy　sight；　Festy；　to　see　a　horse　cantering　without　a
  rider；　and　I　thought　you　had　beenfeared　you　had　been　thrown　off
  and　killed　as　dead　as　a　nit。'
  'Bless　your　dear　old　heart　for　being　so　anxious！　　And　what　pretty
  picture　were　you　drawing　just　now　with　your　walking…stick！'
  'O；　that！　　That　is　only　a　way　I　have　of　amusing　myself。　　It　showed
  how　the　French　might　have　advanced　to　the　attack；　you　know。　　Such
  trifles　fill　the　head　of　a　weak　old　man　like　me。'
  'Or　the　place　where　something　is　hid　awaymoney；　for　instance？'
  'Festy；'　said　the　farmer　reproachfully；　'you　always　know　I　use　the
  old　glove　in　the　bedroom　cupboard　for　any　guinea　or　two　I　possess。'
  'Of　course　I　do；'　said　Festus　ironically。
  They　had　now　reached　a　lonely　inn　about　a　mile　and　a　half　from　the
  hall；　and；　the　farmer　not　responding　to　his　nephew's　kind　invitation
  to　come　in　and　treat　him；　Festus　entered　alone。　　He　was　dusty；
  draggled；　and　weary；　and　he　remained　at　the　tavern　long。　　The
  trumpet…major；　in　the　meantime；　having　searched　the　roads　in　vain；
  heard　in　the　course　of　the　evening　of　the　yeoman's　arrival　at　this
  place；　and　that　he　would　probably　be　found　there　still。　　He
  accordingly　approached　the　door；　reaching　it　just　as　the　dusk　of
  evening　changed　to　darkness。
  There　was　no　light　in　the　passage；　but　John　pushed　on　at　hazard；
  inquired　for　Derriman；　and　was　told　that　he　would　be　found　in　the
  back　parlour　alone。　　When　Loveday　first　entered　the　apartment　he　was
  unable　to　see　anything；　but　following　the　guidance　of　a　vigorous
  snoring；　he　came　to　the　settle；　upon　which　Festus　lay　asleep；　his
  position　being　faintly　signified　by　the　shine　of　his　buttons　and
  other　parts　of　his　uniform。　　John　laid　his　hand　upon　the　reclining
  figure　and　shook　him；　and　by　degrees　Derriman　stopped　his　snore　and
  sat　up。
  'Who　are　you？'　he　said；　in　the　accents　of　a　man　who　has　been
  drinking　hard。　　'Is　it　you；　dear　Anne？　　Let　me　kiss　you；　yes；　I
  will。'
  'Shut　your　mouth；　you　pitiful　blockhead；　I'll　teach　you　genteeler
  manners　than　to　persecute　a　young　woman　in　that　way！'　and　taking
  Festus　by　the　ear；　he　gave　it　a　good　pull。　　Festus　broke　out　with　an
  oath；　and　struck　a　vague　blow　in　the　air　with　his　fist；　whereupon
  the　trumpet…major　dealt　him　a　box　on　the　right　ear；　and　a　similar
  one　on　the　left　to　artistically　balance　the　first。　　Festus　jumped　up
  and　used　his　fists　wildly；　but　without　any　definite　result。
  'Want　to　fight；　do　ye；　eh？'　said　John。　　'Nonsense！　you　can't　fight；
  you　great　baby；　and　never　could。　　You　are　only　fit　to　be　smacked！'
  and　he　dealt　Festus　a　specimen　of　the　same　on　the　cheek　with　the
  palm　of　his　hand。
  'No；　sir；　no！　　O；　you　are　Loveday；　the　young　man　she's　going　to　be
  married　to；　I　suppose？　　Dash　me；　I　didn't　want　to　hurt　her；　sir。'
  'Yes；　my　name　is　Loveday；　and　you'll　know　where　to　find　me；　since　we
  can't　finish　this　to…night。　　Pistols　or　swords；　whichever　you　like；
  my　boy。　　Take　that；　and　that；　so　that　you　may　not　forget　to　call
  upon　me！'　and　again　he　smacked　the　yeoman's　ears　and　cheeks。　　'Do
  you　know　what　it　is　for；　eh？'
  'No；　Mr。　Loveday；　siry