She sat dozing after lamenting inwardly for a time. The young woman awoke to broth, took it gratefully. "Thank ye," she said drowsily. She ate the soup, though it was hard to enjoy it while listening to the snores of the sleeping man. She was hungry, however, so the food was welcome, nevertheless.

When she was through, she sighed. "Thank ye for letting me come in from the rain. I just arrived home to Whitby... I... me husband..." she didn't want to say it... "He left me. I've come home and I must go to me family. Me da won't be happy ta see me."