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It's very grand, wild country, especially the last part, the going down to Wastwater, and not many miles in all. Suppose we have that walk to-morrow? From Wastdale we could drive back to Seascale in the evening, and then the next day just as you like. 'Are you quite sure about the distances? 'Quite. I have the Ordnance map in my pocket. Let me show you.
The sky was very clear and pale, but over Styhead the clouds were boiling up. The Screes that guard ebon Wastwater looked grim and sad. Margot stood beside me on the terrace, but her chatter had been succeeded by silence. And I, too, was silent for the moment, absorbed in contemplation. But presently I turned to her, wishing to see how she was impressed by her new domain.
This delicate attention on his part was the result of a painful uncertainty which had been vexing him ever since the morning on which he read Vincent's farewell note at Wastwater. 'It is a poor tale, as Mrs.
Caffyn was a friend of his, he had divined that Holroyd's return was inconvenient: very likely he had known of Vincent's hopeless attachment for Mabel, and he was plainly anxious to get a companion at the Lakes; anyone of these was motive enough. Soon after, Holroyd joined them in the sitting-room. Caffyn, after more warm congratulations and eager questioning, broached the Wastwater scheme.
In a little private sitting-room of the rambling old whitewashed building, half farmhouse, half country inn, known to tourists as the Pillar Hotel, Wastwater, Holroyd and Caffyn were sitting one evening, nearly a week after their first arrival in the Lake district.
From a noble height they looked down upon Wastwater, sternest and blackest of the lakes, on the fields and copses of the valley head with its winding stream, and the rugged gorges which lie beyond in mountain shadow. The descent was by a path which in winter becomes the bed of a torrent, steep and stony, zigzagging through a thick wood.
'I thought over what you said, returned Mark, 'and and he told me something which would make it very awkward and and painful for him, and for myself too, if he remained. 'You haven't told him anything, then, still? 'Nothing, said Mark. 'Then, said Caffyn, 'I think I shall not be alone at Wastwater after all, if you'll only let me manage.
'Of course not, said Caffyn; 'you must have a week or two of mountain air first, then you'll be ready to go anywhere; but I must have you at Wastwater, he added, with a laughing look of intelligence at Mark, whose soul rose against all this duplicity and subsided again. How wonderfully everything was working out!
The first thing that met him was the heading: From H. Caffyn, Pillar Hotel, Wastwater, and he dared not go on. Something very serious must have happened, since Caffyn had sent a telegram! Before he could read further Mabel came down to meet him. 'It is Dolly, then! she cried as she saw Mark's face. 'Oh, let us go back at once, Mark, let us go back!
'You remember your arrangement. At eight, down on the shore. 'I should be much more comfortable in the armchair with a book. 'Oh, you have had enough of books. It's time to live. 'It's time to rest. 'Are you so very tired? Poor girl! The day has been rather too much for you. Rhoda laughed. 'I could walk back again to Wastwater if it were necessary. 'Of course; I knew that.
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