At three o'clock that day, when Hetty was on the coach that was to take her, they
said, to Leicester--part of the long, long way to Windsor--she felt dimly that she
might be travelling all this weary journey towards the beginning of new misery.
Yet Arthur was at Windsor; he would surely not be angry with her. If he did not
mind about her as he used to do, he had promised to be good to her.