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I meant to sleep in Markton, but have changed my mind. Mr. Power had brought no luggage with him beyond a small hand-bag, and as soon as a room could be got ready he retired to bed. The next morning he passed in idly walking about the grounds and observing the progress which had been made in the works now temporarily suspended.
'What's that noise? said Dare, awakened by the same rumble. 'It is the Artillery going away. 'From where? 'Markton barracks. 'Hurrah! said Dare, jumping up in bed. 'I have been waiting for that these six weeks. Havill did not ask questions as to the meaning of this unexpected remark.
But Paula was not clearly won, and that was drawback sufficient. In these pleasing agonies and painful delights he passed the journey to Markton.
Before scaling up his drawings Somerset wished to spend a short time in London, and dismissing his assistants till further notice, he locked up the rooms which had been appropriated as office and studio and prepared for the journey. It was afternoon. Somerset walked from the castle in the direction of the wood to reach Markton by a detour.
Towards four o'clock the flames diminished, and feeling thoroughly weary, Somerset and Paula remained no longer, returning to Markton as they had come. On their journey they pondered and discussed what course it would be best to pursue in the circumstances, gradually deciding not to attempt rebuilding the castle unless they were absolutely compelled.
Before he had quite got to the bottom he saw Miss De Stancy standing in the outer hall. 'When did you come, Mr. Somerset? she gaily said, looking up surprised. 'How industrious you are to be at work so regularly every day! We didn't think you would be here to-day: Paula has gone to a vegetable show at Markton, and I am going to join her there soon. 'O! gone to a vegetable show.
'I am having an exciting morning, she said. 'I am going from here to catch the one-o'clock train to Markton. 'It is important that you get there this afternoon, I suppose? 'Yes. You know why? 'Not at all. 'The Hunt Ball. It was fixed for the sixth, and this is the sixth. I thought they might have asked you. 'No, said Somerset, a trifle gloomily. 'No, I am not asked.
With this view of having to spend a considerable time in the neighbourhood Somerset shifted his quarters that afternoon from the little inn at Sleeping-Green to a larger one at Markton. He required more rooms in which to carry out Paula's instructions than the former place afforded, and a more central position.
On entering Markton station he withdrew into a remote corner of the carriage, and closed his eyes with a resolve not to open them till the embittering scenes should be passed by. He had not long to wait for this event. When again in motion his eye fell upon the skirt of a lady's dress opposite, the owner of which had entered and seated herself so softly as not to attract his attention.
Wardlaw had left the castle; so also had Charlotte, by her own wish, her residence there having been found too oppressive to herself to be continued for the present. Accompanied by Mrs. Goodman, Milly, and Clementine, the elderly French maid, who still remained with them, Paula drove into Markton in the twilight and took the train to Budmouth.
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