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Updated: June 11, 2025
These observations were speedily drowned by the lusty lungs of a flyman bellowing out, as Green passed, "Hallo! my young brockley-sprout, are you here again? now then for the tizzy you owe me, I have been waiting here for it ever since last Monday morning."
But the flyman snapping his whip at this moment, the old horse jogged off, and Robert Audley heard no more of Matilda. Mr. Harcourt Talboys lived in a prim, square, red-brick mansion, within a mile of a little village called Grange Heath, in Dorsetshire.
The flyman took out the luggage and was on the point of leaving, when I asked him whether he had taken out all the luggage, which I had not been able to count, because of the pressure of people, and the rapidity with which the packages were taken to the vessel. His reply was, Yes. But all at once, by the good hand of God, I remembered the hind boot, and I asked him to open it.
On the very morning of the crime, while M. Filleul was pursuing his examination before a few privileged persons, I had the fortunate inspiration to glance at the runaway's cap, before the sham flyman came to change it. The hatter's name was enough, as you may imagine, to enable me to find the clue that led to the identification of the purchaser and his address.
Her stress on the word and her look thrilled De Craye; for there had been a long conversation between the young lady and the dame. "It was an article that dropped and was not stolen," said he. "Barely sweet enough to keep, then!" "I think I could have felt to it like poor Flitch, the flyman, who was the finder."
He stared: again he had to go, muttering: 'That nondescript's footman! and his mischance in being checked and crossed and humiliated perpetually by a dirty-fisted vagabond impostor astounded him. He sent the flyman to the carriage for orders. Admiral Fakenham and Carinthia descended.
"Drive on to the house. The servants will take charge of the luggage." "Yes, sir," answered the flyman, briskly, and flicked his horse: whereat, displaying a mettle one was by no means prepared for, the horse dashed suddenly off in a great clattering gallop, and the ancient vehicle behind him followed with a succession of alarming leaps and lurches.
The gentleman had said, laughing, that the young woman was his housemaid, and he was taking her up to town on purpose to be married to her. He was a very pleasant-spoken gentleman, the flyman added, and paid uncommon liberal. "I dare say he did," muttered Mr. Carter. He gave the man a shilling for his information, and went back to the fly that had brought him to the station.
It was a large square mansion of red brick, with stone facings and corners, and with balustrades that hid the garret windows. It stood in its own grounds, and the entrance was through handsome iron gates, one of which was wide open to admit people on foot or horseback. The flyman got down and tried to open the other, but could not manage it.
Once and twice he looked back at her as he took his way and she stood still on the road. She heard his voice speaking to the flyman, the flyman's exhortation to his horse, the sounds of the wheels receding along the road. Then slowly she went back. "This is what they mean," she murmured to herself. "This is what they mean." It was the joy past expression, the contentment past understanding.
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