uired that
Carry Brattle should present herself at a certain office in Salisbury
at a certain hour on that Wednesday. Exactly at that hour she and
her father were at the place indicated, already having visited their
lodgings at Mrs. Stiggs'. They were then told that they would not be
again wanted on that day, but that they must infallibly be in the
Court the next morning at half-past nine. The attorney's clerk whom
they saw, when he learned that Sam Brattle was not yet in Salisbury,
expressed an opinion as to that young man's iniquity which led Carry
to think that he was certainly in more danger than either of the
prisoners. As they left the office, she suggested to her father that
a message should be immediately sent to Bullhampton after Sam. "Let
'un be," said the miller; and it was all that he did say. On that
evening they retired to the interior of one of the bedrooms at
Trotter's Buildings, at four o'clock in the afternoon, and did not
leave the house again. Anything more dreary than those hours could
not be imagined. The miller, who was accustomed to work hard all
day and then to rest, did not know what to do with his limbs.
Carry, seeing his misery, and thinking rather of that than her own,
suggested to him that they should go out and walk round the town.
"Bide as thee be," said the miller; "it ain't no time now for showing
theeself." Carry took the rebuke without a word, but turned her head
to hide her tears.

And the next day was worse, because it was longer. Exactly at
half-past nine they were down at the court; and there they hung about
till half-past ten. Then they were told that their affair would not
be brought on till the Friday, but that at half-past nine on that
day, it would undoubtedly be commenced; and that if Sam was not there
then, it would go very hard with Sam. The miller, who was beginning
to lose his respect for the young man from whom he received these
communications, muttered something about Sam being all right. "You'll
find he won't be all right if he isn't here at half-past nine
to-morrow," said the young man. "There is them as their bark is worse
than their bite," said the miller. Then they went back to Trotter's
Buildings, and did not stir outside of Mrs. Stiggs' house throughout
the whole day.

On the Friday, which was in truth to be the day of the trial, they
were again in court at half-past nine; and there, as we have seen,
they were found, two hours later, by Mr. Fenwick, waiting p