HavingobtainedfromBenitaOdamaverycloseandfulldescriptionoftheplacewhereherpoormistresslay，andthemarkswherebytoknowit，IhastenedtoWatchettthefollowingmorning，beforethesunwasup，oranypeoplewereabout。Andso，withoutinterruption，Iwasinthechurchyardatsunrise。
Inthefarthestanddarkestnook，overgrownwithgrass，andoverhungbyaweeping-treealittlebankofearthbetokenedtheroundingoffofahaplesslife。Therewasnothingtotellofrank，orwealth，oflove，orevenpity；namelessasapeasantlaythelastassupposedofamightyrace。Onlysomeunskilfulhand，probablyMasterOdam’sunderhiswife’steaching，hadcarvedarudeL。，andaruderD。，uponalargepebblefromthebeach，andsetitupasaheadstone。
IgatheredalittlegrassforLornaandasprigoftheweeping-tree，andthenreturnedtotheForestCat，asBenita’slonelyinnwascalled。ForthewayislongfromWatchetttoOare；andthoughyoumayrideitrapidly，astheDooneshaddoneonthatfatalnight，totravelonwheels，withonehorseonly，isamatteroftimeandofprudence。Therefore，wesetoutprettyearly，threeofusandababy，whocouldnotwellbeleftbehind。Thewifeofthemanwhoownedthecarthadundertakentomindthebusiness，andtheotherbabies，uponconditionofhavingthekeysofallthetapsleftwithher。
Asthemannerofjourneyingoverthemoorhasbeendescribedoftenoughalready，Iwillsaynomore，exceptthatweallarrivedbeforeduskofthesummer’sday，safeatPlover’sBarrows。MistressBenitawasdelightedwiththechangefromherdullhardlife；andshemademanyexcellentobservations，suchasseemnaturaltoaforeignerlookingatourcountry。
Asluckwouldhaveit，thefirstwhocametomeetusatthegatewasLorna，withnothingwhateveruponherheadtheweatherbeingsummerlybutherbeautifulhairshedroundher；andwearingasweetwhitefrocktuckedin，andshowingherfigureperfectly。Inherjoysheranstraightuptothecart；andthenstoppedandgazedatBenita。Atoneglanceheroldnurseknewher：’Oh，theeyes，theeyes!’shecried，andwasovertherailofthecartinamoment，inspiteofallhersubstance。