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Updated: June 15, 2025
The road to the south was the way to the station. And the road to the north led back to Windygates House. While Geoffrey was still fifty yards from the turning which would take him back to Windygates while the tears were still standing thickly in Arnold's eyes the gate of the farm inclosure opened. A light four-wheel chaise came out with a man driving, and a woman sitting by his side.
It was Geoffrey on his way back to Windygates House. Arnold hurried forward to meet him. Geoffrey stood still, poising himself on his stick, and let the other come up. "Have you heard what has happened at the house?" asked Arnold. He instinctively checked the next question as it rose to his lips.
Inchbare showed in not Lady Lundie, but Lady Lundie's maid. The woman's account of what had happened at Windygates was simple enough. Lady Lundie had, as a matter of course, placed the right interpretation on Blanche's abrupt departure in the pony-chaise, and had ordered the carriage, with the firm determination of following her step-daughter herself.
They have found out at Windygates that I am here." "That's awkward, isn't it?" "Not in the least. I can manage perfectly; I have nothing to fear. Don't think of me think of yourself." "I am not suspected, am I?" "Thank heaven no. But there is no knowing what may happen if you stay here. Ring the bell at once, and ask the waiter about the trains."
"Julius!" he resumed, "have you ever heard of a young woman named Anne Silvester?" Julius answered in the negative. He and his wife had exchanged cards with Lady Lundie, and had excused themselves from accepting her invitation to the lawn-party. With the exception of Blanche, they were both quite ignorant of the persons who composed the family circle at Windygates.
"'Inquire for the nearest justice of the peace, and place the privacy of Windygates under the protection of the law. I beg your pardon!" exclaimed her ladyship, becoming conscious again of Sir Patrick's presence. "Have I missed any thing particularly painful? Pray mention it if I have!" "You have missed nothing of the slightest importance," returned Sir Patrick.
Miss Silvester's appearance at Windygates alone, and Miss Silvester's anxiety to hear the names of the gentlemen who were staying in the house, seemed, under these circumstances, to point to the plain conclusion that the two had, in some way, unfortunately missed each other. But what could be the motive of her flight?
This arranged, her ladyship was free to refresh herself with another dose of the red lavender draught, and to sleep the sleep of the just who close their eyes with the composing conviction that they have done their duty. The events of the next day at Windygates succeeded each other in due course, as follows: The post arrived, and brought no reply from Sir Patrick.
It wanted only twenty minutes of dinner-time; and full evening-dress was insisted on at Windygates. Blanche, nevertheless, still lingered in the hall in the hope of seeing Arnold before she went up stairs. The hope was realized. As the clock struck the quarter he came in. And he, too, was out of spirits like the rest! "Have you seen her?" asked Blanche.
If no letter arrived, and if nothing more was received from Blanche, she resolved to leave Windygates by the next morning's train, and to try the bold experiment of personal interference at Ham Farm. The third in the succession of events was the appearance of the doctor to pay his professional visit. A severe shock awaited him. He found his patient cured by the draught!
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