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He looked for an empty compartment at the next stoppage, and finding the one next his own unoccupied, he entered it and changed his raiment for that in his portmanteau during the ensuing run of twenty miles. Thus prepared he awaited the Markton platform, which was reached as the clock struck twelve. Somerset called a fly and drove at once to the town-hall.
Having reached and dined at Markton he found the evening tedious, and again strolled out in the direction of the castle. When he reached it the light was declining, and a solemn stillness overspread the pile. The great tower was in full view. That spot of white which looked like a pigeon fluttering from the loophole was his handkerchief, still hanging in the place where he had left it.
'In these idle suppositions we have been assuming conduct which would be quite against my principles as an honest man. A few days after the party at Stancy Castle, Dare was walking down the High Street of Markton, a cigarette between his lips and a silver-topped cane in his hand. His eye fell upon a brass plate on an opposite door, bearing the name of Mr. Havill, Architect.
Will shortly be performed at the above CASTLE, By the Officers of the The cast and other particulars will be duly announced in small bills. Places will be reserved on application to Mr. Clangham, High Street, Markton, where a plan of the room may be seen. N.B The Castle is about twenty minutes' drive from Markton Station, to which there are numerous convenient trains from all parts of the county.
Now will you go in the one-horse brougham to Markton Station this afternoon, and meet the four o'clock train? Inquire for a lady for Stancy Castle a Miss Bell; see her safely into the carriage, and send her straight on here.
This was the case with her aunt, who was looking out of the window at some idlers from Markton walking round the castle with their eyes bent upon its windows, and she made no haste to reply. 'Those people have come to see me, as they have a right to do when a person acts so strangely, Paula continued. 'And hence I am better away. 'Where do you think to go to?
He afterwards left the castle, disappearing towards a railway station some miles above Markton, the road to which lay across an unfrequented down. It was a fine afternoon of late summer, nearly three months subsequent to the death of Sir William De Stancy and Paula's engagement to marry his successor in the title.
'Too late! said Somerset. 'To think I should be served this trick a second time! After a moment's pause, however, he looked to see the time of day. It was five minutes past five just about the hour when Paula would be driving from Markton Station to Stancy Castle to rest and prepare herself for her evening triumph.
They were not far from the inn at Sleeping-Green, where Dare had lodgings, occupying the rooms which had been used by Somerset till he gave them up for more commodious chambers at Markton; and they decided to turn in there till the rain should be over. Having possessed himself of Somerset's brains Havill was inclined to be jovial, and ordered the best in wines that the house afforded.
There were assembled Paula and her friend Charlotte; a bearded man some years older than himself, with a cold grey eye, who was cursorily introduced to him in sitting down as Mr. Havill, an architect of Markton; also an elderly lady of dignified aspect, in a black satin dress, of which she apparently had a very high opinion.
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