But William only shook his head, and repeated his last words,-'He's a bad man, he is.' When Philip came home that Sunday night, he found only Alice up to
receive him. The usual bedtime in the household was nine o'clock,
and it was but ten minutes past the hour; but Alice looked
displeased and stern.
'Thee art late, lad,' said she, shortly.
'I'm sorry; it's a long way from my uncle's, and I think clocks are
different,' said he, taking out his watch to compare it with the
round moon's face that told the time to Alice.
'I know nought about thy uncle's, but thee art late. Take thy
candle, and begone.' If Alice made any reply to Philip's 'good-night,' he did not hear
it.