"Will, lad! what's come o'er thee?" said she to him, as he sat listlessly gazing into the fire.
"There's nought the matter with me," said he, as if annoyed at her remark.
"Nay, lad, but there is." He did not speak again to contradict her;indeed, she did not know if he had heard her, so unmoved did he look.
"Wouldst like to go to Upclose Farm?" asked she, sorrowfully.
"It's just blackberrying time," said Tom.
Will shook his head. She looked at him awhile, as if trying to read that expression of despondency, and trace it back to its source.
"Will and Tom could go," said she; "I must stay here till I've found her, thou knowest," continued she, dropping her voice.
He turned quickly round, and with the authority he at all times exercised over Tom, bade him begone to bed.
When Tom had left the room, he prepared to speak.
