You cant miss well your way, said the man surlily: the lights will direct you.
They have rather misled me, for they seem to surround the whole common, and there is no path across it that I can see; however, if you will put me in the right road, I will not trouble you further.
It is very late, replied the churlish landlord, equivocally.
The better reason why I should be at . Come, my good friend, put on your hat, and I will give you half a guinea for your trouble.
The man advanced, then halted; again surveyed his guest, and said, Are you quite alone, sir?
Quite.
Probably you are known at ?
Not I. But what matters that to you? I am a stranger in these parts.
It is full four miles.
So far, and I am fearfully tired already! exclaimed the young man with impatience. As he spoke he drew out his watch. Past eleven too!
The watch caught the eye of the cottager; that evil eye sparkled. He passed his hand over his brow. I am thinking, sir, he said in a more civil tone than he had yet assumed, that as you are so tired and the hour is so late, you might almost as well
What? exclaimed the stranger, stamping somewhat petulantly.
I dont like to mention it; but my poor roof is at your service, and I would go with you to at daybreak to-morrow.
The stranger stared at the cottager, and then at the dingy walls of the hut. He was about, very abruptly, to reject the hospitable proposal, when his eye rested suddenly on the form of Alice, who stood eager-eyed and open-mouthed, gazing on the handsome intruder. As she caught his eye, she blushed deeply and turned aside. The view seemed to change the intentions of the stranger. He hesitated a moment, then muttered between his teeth: and sinking his knapsack on the ground, he cast himself into a chair beside the fire, stretched his limbs, and cried gaily, So be it, my host: shut up your house again. Bring me a cup of beer, and a crust of bread, and so much for supper! As for bed, this chair will do vastly well.
Perhaps we can manage better for you than that chair, answered the host. But our best accommodation must seem bad enough to a gentleman: we are very poor peoplehard-working, but very poor.
Never mind me, answered the stranger, busying himself in stirring the fire; I am tolerably well accustomed to greater hardships than sleeping on a chair in an honest mans house; and though you are poor, I will take it for granted you are honest.
The man grinned: and turning to Alice, bade her spread what their larder would afford. Some crusts of bread, some cold potatoes, and some tolerably strong beer, composed all the fare set before the traveller.
Despite his previous boasts, the young man made a wry face at these Socratic preparations, while he drew his chair to the board. But his look grew more gay as he caught Alices eye; and as she lingered by the table, and faltered out some hesitating words of apology, he seized her hand, and pressing it tenderlyPrettiest of lasses, said heand while he spoke he gazed on her with undisguised admirationa man who has travelled on foot all day, through the ugliest country within the three seas, is sufficiently refreshed at night by the sight of so fair a face.
Alice hastily withdrew her hand, and went and seated herself in a corner of the room, when she continued to look at the stranger with her usual vacant gaze, but with a half-smile upon her rosy lips.
Alices father looked hard first at one, then at the other.
Eat, sir, said he, with a sort of chuckle, and no fine words; poor Alice is honest, as you said just now.
To be sure, answered the traveller, employing with great zeal a set of strong, even, and dazzling teeth at the tough crusts; to be sure she is. I did not mean to offend you; but the fact is, that I am half a foreigner; and abroad, you know, one may say a civil thing to a pretty girl without hurting her feelings, or her fathers either.
Half a foreigner! why, you talk English as well as I do, said the host, whose intonation and words were, on the whole, a little above his station.
The stranger smiled. Thank you for the compliment, said he. What I meant was, that I have been a great deal abroad; in fact, I have just returned from Germany. But I am English born.
And going home?
Yes.
Far from hence?
About thirty miles, I believe.
You are young, sir, to be alone.
The traveller made no answer, but finished his uninviting repast and drew his chair again to the fire. He then thought he had sufficiently ministered to his hosts curiosity to be entitled to the gratification of his own.
You work at the factories, I suppose? said he.
I do, sir. Bad times.
And your pretty daughter?
Minds the house.
Have you no other children?
No; one mouth besides my own is as much as I can feed, and that scarcely. But you would like to rest now; you can have my bed, sir; I can sleep here.
By no means, said the stranger, quickly; just put a few more coals on the fire, and leave me to make myself comfortable.
The man rose, and did not press his offer, but left the room for a supply of fuel. Alice remained in her corner.
Sweetheart, said the traveller, looking round and satisfying himself that they were alone: I should sleep well if I could get one kiss from those coral lips.
Alice hid her face with her hands.
Do I vex you?
Oh no, sir.
At this assurance the traveller rose, and approached Alice softly. He drew away her hands from her face, when she said gently, Have you much money about you?
Oh, the mercenary baggage! said the traveller to himself; and then replied aloud, Why, pretty one? Do you sell your kisses so high then?
Alice frowned and tossed the hair from her brow. If you have money, she said, in a whisper, dont say so to father. Dont sleep if you can help it. Im afraidhushhe comes!
The young man returned to his seat with an altered manner. And as his host entered, he for the first time surveyed him closely. The imperfect glimmer of the half-dying and single candle threw into strong lights and shades the marked, rugged, and ferocious features of the cottager; and the eye of the traveller, glancing from the face to the limbs and frame, saw that whatever of violence the mind might design, the body might well execute.
The traveller sank into a gloomy reverie. The wind howledthe rain beatthrough the casement shone no solitary starall was dark and sombre. Should he proceed alonemight he not suffer a greater danger upon that wide and desert moormight not the host followassault him in the dark? He had no weapon save a stick. But within he had at least a rude resource in the large kitchen poker that was beside him. At all events it would be better to wait for the present. He might at any time, when alone, withdraw the bolt from the door, and slip out unobserved. Such was the fruit of his meditations while his host plied the fire.
You will sleep sound to-night, said his entertainer, smiling.