to play ^^atCribbage? — Margaret & I have alwaysplayed at Cribbage, most nights that we havenot been engaged." — A sound like a distant Carriagewas at this moment ^caught;he^ard; every body listened; &it grewmbecame¹ more decided; it certainly drewnearer. — It was an unusual sound in Stantonat any time of the day, for the Village was onn^o^very public road, & contained no gentleman’s familybut the Rector’s. — The wheels rapidly approached; —^ ^{in two minutes} the general expectation was answered; they stoppedbeyond a doubt at the garden gate of the Parsonage. "Who could it be? – it was certainly a postchaise. —Penelope was the only ^{creature to be}per^son thought of. ^Sheas tolerablylikely might perhaps have met with some ^^unexpectedsuddenopportunity of returning." — A pause of suspenseensued. —FootsSteps² were ^{distinguished, first along the paved}heard on al^ong^upon the pa^ved^gravel3Footway which lead under the windows of thehouse from the gate to the front door, & then^ ^withinin the paſsage. They were the Steps of a man. It could not be Penelope. It must be Samuel. —The door opened, & ^displayedshe^wed Tom Musgrave —in⁴the wrap of a Travellor. ––– He had been inLondon & was now on his way home, & hehad come half a mile out of his road merelyto call for ten minutes at Stanton. He loved