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It seemed a long wild journey in the dark, but actually only half an hour passed before the car emerged from the wind and rain of the moors into the dimly-lighted stone street of the churchtown. A few minutes later the car stopped, and the driver informed Mr. and Mrs. Pendleton in a Cornish drawl that they had reached Dr. Ravenshaw's.
One of Mr Ravenshaw's largest pigs had been swept out of the outhouse lofts. Struggling with the stream, he passed under the window of the storeroom, and came across the line of Peegwish with his tail. Every one must be familiar with the tendency of tails in general to shut down when touched.
Full well did he understand and appreciate the unalterable nature of Sam Ravenshaw's resolutions, but he was pleased again to be at peace, for, to say truth, he was not fond of war, though ready to fight on the smallest provocation. Baptiste Warder was right in expecting that the Company would lend their powerful aid to the rescue.
He set to work at once to rescue his goods on the lower floor, while Miss Trim, in great excitement, went and roused the girls, who leaped up at once. Then she went to Mrs Ravenshaw's room. "Oh, Mrs Ravenshaw, get up quick; the flood is coming in at last over the floors through the chinks up the seams everywhere do do get up! We shall all be " She stopped.
Everything had gone well that morning. Breakfast had been punctual; appetite good; rheumatics in abeyance; the girls lively; and Miss Trim less of a torrent than was her wont. Mrs Ravenshaw's intellect had more than once almost risen to the ordinary human average, and Master Tony had been better perhaps it were more correct to say less wicked than usual.
"Moreover," continued Ian, in a calm, steady tone, "my father's biggest barn has, without any assistance from any one, stranded itself on Mr Ravenshaw's lawn!" "Bless me, Ian, iss it jokin' ye are?" "No, father. It's in earnest I am."
Ravenshaw's," he said aloud, as though answering an unseen but real questioner. "Fool!" came the reply, "you know she would not go to Dr. Ravenshaw's. She would not dare." And fear gripped his heart coldly. He stumbled on again, bruising and cutting his limbs among the rocks. As he went he kept calling her name "Miss Sisily" at first, and then, as his fear grew stronger, "Sisily, Sisily!"
Everybody was growing weary of indecision, and the first idea with everybody was, that nothing had been proposed before so likely to suit them all. Mr. Yates was particularly pleased: he had been sighing and longing to do the Baron at Ecclesford, had grudged every rant of Lord Ravenshaw's, and been forced to re-rant it all in his own room.
Ravenshaw's study ticked loudly in the perfect stillness and then struck ten with a note of metallic derision as though rejoicing in the theft of an hour from a man who prided himself on knowing the value of time. Startled to find that it was so late, Barrant sprang to his feet and rang the bell. A sleepy Cornish maid appeared in answer, and Barrant informed her that he could not wait any longer.
"Why, the wedding of Mr Ravenshaw's daughter." "Oh no, Mr Ian. It would be a strange time for a wedding. But it's all fixed to come off whenever the flood goes down. And she do seem happy about it. You see, sir, they was throw'd a good deal together here of late, so it was sort of natural they should make it up, and the master he is quite willin'." This was enough.
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