hasty survey by the wan starlight, he hastened on to Little
Enckworth.
An hour and a quarter later a little brougham without lamps was creeping
along by the park wall towards this spot. The leaves were so thick upon
the unfrequented road that the wheels could not be heard, and the horse's
pacing made scarcely more noise than a rabbit would have done in limping
along. The vehicle progressed slowly, for they were in good time. About
ten yards from the park entrance it stopped, and Christopher stepped out.
'We may have to wait here ten minutes,' he said to the driver. 'And then
shall we be able to reach Anglebury in time for the up mail-train to
Southampton?'
'Half-past seven, half-past eight, half-past nine--two hours. O yes,
sir, easily. A young lady in the case perhaps, sir?'
'Yes.'
'Well, I hope she'll be done honestly by, even if she is of humble
station. 'Tis best, and cheapest too, in the long run.' The coachman
was apparently imagining the dove about to flit away to be one of the
pretty maid-servants that abounded in Enckworth Court; such escapades as
these were not unfrequent among them, a fair face having been deemed a
sufficient recommendation to service in that house, without too close an
inquiry into character, since the death of the first viscountess.
'Now then, silence; and listen for a footstep at the gate.'
Such calmness as there was in the musician's voice had been produced by
considerable effort. For his heart had begun to beat fast and loud as he
strained his attentive ear to catch the footfall of a woman who could
only be his illegally.
The obscurity was as great as a starry sky would permit it to be. Beneath
the trees where the carriage stood the darkness was total.
47. ENCKWORTH AND ITS PRECINCTS--MELCHESTER
To be wise after the event is often to act foolishly with regard to it;
and to preserve the illusion which has led to the event would frequently
be a course that omniscience itself could not find fault with. Reaction
with Ethelberta was complete, and the more violent in that it threatened
to be useless. Sol's bitter chiding had been the first thing to
discompose her fortitude. It reduced her to a consciousness that she had
allowed herself to be coerced in her instincts, and yet had not triumphed
in her duty. She might have pleased her family better by pleasing her
tastes, and have entirely avoided the grim irony of the situation
disclosed later in the da
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