and they mechanically turned for

'I fancy it has turned off to East Endelstow. Can you see?' 'I cannot. You must be mistaken.' Knight and Stephen entered the village. A bar of fiery light lay across the road, proceeding from the half-open door of a smithy, in which bellows were heard blowing and a hammer ringing. The rain had increased, and they mechanically turned for shelter towards the warm and cosy scene. Close at their heels came another man, without over-coat or umbrella, and with a parcel under his arm. 'A wet evening,' he said to the two friends, and passed by them. They stood in the outer penthouse, but the man went in to the fire. The smith ceased his blowing, and began talking to the man who had entered. 'I have walked all the way from Camelton,' said the latter. 'Was obliged to come to-night, you know.' He held the parcel, which was a flat one, towards the firelight, to learn if the rain had penetrated it. Resting it edgewise on the forge, he supported it perpendicularly with one hand, wiping his face with the handkerchief he held in the other. 'I suppose you know what I've got here?' he observed to the smith. 'No, I don't,' said the smith, pausing again on his bellows. 'As the rain's not over, I'll show you,' said the bearer. He laid the thin and broad package, which had acute angles in different directions, flat upon the anvil, and the smith blew up the fire to give him more light. First, after untying the package, a sheet of brown paper was removed: this was laid flat. Then he unfolded a piece of baize: this also he spread flat on the paper. The third covering was a wrapper of tissue paper, which was spread out in its turn. The enclosure was revealed, and he held it up for the smith's inspection. 'Oh--I see!' said the smith, kindling with a chastened interest, and drawing close. 'Poor young lady--ah, terrible melancholy thing--so soon too!' Knight and Stephen turned their heads and looked. 'And what's that?' continued the smith.