regular practice to be at church. Yesterday he would have said to her without any difficulty, "I came to see you, Dinah: I knew the rest were not at home." But to-day something prevented him from saying that, and he put out his hand to her in silence. Neither of them spoke, and yet both wished they could speak, as Adam entered, and they sat down. Dinah took the chair she had just left; it was at the corner of the table near the window, and there was a book lying on the table, but it was not open: she had been sitting perfectly still, looking at the small bit of clear fire in the bright grate. Adam sat down opposite her, in Mr Poyser's three-cornered chair.
"Your mother is not ill again, I hope, Adam?" Dinah said, recovering herself. "Seth said she was well this morning."
"No, she's very hearty to-day," said Adam, happy in the signs of Dinah's feeling at the sight of him but shy.
"There's nobody at home, you see," Dinah said; " but you'll wait. You've been hindered from going to church to-day, doubtless."
"Yes," Adam said, and then paused, before he added, "I was thinking about you: that was the reason."
