Faith didn't want her husband to go on his long journey through the woods and asked if he could go at sunrise so she had more time with him
"Dearest heart, pr'y thee, put off your journey until sunrise, and sleep in your own bed tonight
As Brown leaves to start his long journey, he looks back and feels bad he must be gone for so long and have his wife worry the whole time.
"Poor little Faith! What a wretch I am, to leave her on such an errand! She talks of dreams too. Methought, as she spoke, there was trouble in her face, as if a dream she has warned her what work is to be done tonight.
As Brown is walking through the old path, his head turned as his eyes meet a crook in the road, seated at the front of a tree.
Faith kept me back a while.
You are late, Goodman Brown. The clock of the Old South, as I came through Boston; and that's a full 15 minutes ago.