– Where are you going to go?
– I was going to go to the nearest town, but I changed my mind. I'm going to the capital.
– London? Do you think there's someone waiting for you there? – Kate said mockingly, surprised at her sister's naivety.
– That's it, Kate. Good night," she said resentfully.
Christine went back to her mattress and lay facing the wall, resentful that no one understood her, or even tried to understand her desire to escape from the dreadful poverty she hated with all her heart and was ashamed of.
"Even father won't hold me back. I must change my life. All that awaits me here is poverty and (God forbid!) marriage to John. I must go away!" – she thought with despair.
– Chris! – Catherine whispered.
– What?
– But you need money to move to London. Where will you get it?
– I'll find something.
The sisters were silent, each absorbed in her own thoughts.
The next morning the pastor's house was again visited by Mr. Morris, who brought a large jug of fresh milk and a basket of vegetables for Cassie. The doctor examined the patient and reported that the crisis had passed, Cassie was on the mend, and would soon be able to leave the house for fresh air (the air in the cottage was heavy and stale, as the only small window had never been opened since winter). Cassie was very embarrassed when the doctor listened to her breathing through the hearing medical tube, and she was uncomfortable with the iron touching her chest, even though her nightgown, as the pastor would not allow the doctor to listen to her lungs properly.
After matins, the pastor made his way to the landlord's estate, for the lord had given him, through Mr. Morris, an invitation for an audience at Rivershold. The Count of Draymore, as promised, had sent out from London an architect, Mr. Pilough, of rather high fame, and now he needed to speak to Pastor Glowford about workers for the restoration. The pastor promised the lord that the work would be done by country lads and men, under the architect's direction of course, and that he would look for volunteers at vespers tonight.
As the pastor was on his way down from the Earl's study, which was on the second Floor, he met Viscount Wilworth in the hall.
– I hear your daughter is on the mend," said the Viscount, smiling pleasantly at the pastor who was slightly surprised at his attention.