Finally he
stooped down, and lifted her on to the sofa.
"She's not dead," muttered he, after scrutinizing the woman's face for a
moment; "she has her punishment, though, like the rest of us."
He wrote an address on a couple of pieces of paper which he found in the
drawer of the table, and fastened them to the box and trunk with some
mucilage. Then he took his fur cap, and having banged on the fat Irish
servant-girl's door, and told her that her mistress was lying insensible
in his study, he left the house without delay. It wanted still an hour
to the time for the earliest morning train to New York, and, as the
young man did not care to subject himself to questions and remarks from
the officials at the village depot, he determined to walk down the
track, a distance of between four and five miles, to the station below.
Off he started accordingly, and, arriving there in ample time, was able
to eat a good breakfast of cold meat, hard-boiled eggs, and
crackers--all the solid contents of the refreshment-room--before his
train got in. He bought his ticket, stepped on board, flung himself into
a seat, and left all behind him.
CHAPTER XXXII.
WHERE TWO ROADS MEET.
The velvet-cushioned seat on which he sat felt very comfortable, and
the great speed at which he was being carried along was agreeable to
him.
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