'John Peerybingle!' said Tackleton, with an air
of condolence. 'My good fellow, how do you find
yourself this morning?'
'I have had but a poor night, Master Tackleton,'
returned the Carrier shaking his head: 'for I have
been a good deal disturbed in my mind. But it's
over now! Can you spare me half an hour or so,
for some private talk?'
'I came on purpose,' returned Tackleton, alight-
ing. 'Never mind the horse. He'll stand quiet
enough, with the reins over this post, if you'll give
him a mouthful of hay.'
The Carrier having brought it from his stable, and
set it before him, they turned into the house.
'You are not married before noon ?' he said, 'I
think?'
'No,' answered Tackleton. 'Plenty of time. Plenty
of time.'
When they entered the kitchen, Tilly Slowboy was
rapping at the Stranger's door; which was only re-
moved from it by a few steps. One of her very red
eyes (for Tilly had been crying all night long, be-
cause her mistress cried) was at the keyhole; and she
was knocking very loud; and seemed frightened.
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