"Faith!--I believe she's mesmerized, or walking in her sleep," said

Melbury.

However, the identity of this woman with Grace was by no means certain;

but they plodded along the street. Percombe, the hair-dresser, who

had despoiled Marty of her tresses, was standing at his door, and they

duly put inquiries to him.

"Ah--how's Little Hintock folk by now?" he said, before replying.

"Never have I been over there since one winter night some three year

ago--and then I lost myself finding it. How can ye live in such a

one-eyed place? Great Hintock is bad enough--hut Little Hintock--the

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bats and owls would drive me melancholy-mad! It took two days to raise

my sperrits to their true pitch again after that night I went there.

Mr. Melbury, sir, as a man's that put by money, why not retire and live

here, and see something of the world?"

The responses at last given by him to their queries guided them to the

building that offered the best accommodation in Sherton--having been

enlarged contemporaneously with the construction of the

railway--namely, the Earl of Wessex Hotel.

Leaving the others without, Melbury made prompt inquiry here. His

alarm was lessened, though his perplexity was increased, when he

received a brief reply that such a lady was in the house.

"Do you know if it is my daughter?" asked Melbury.

The waiter did not.

"Do you know the lady's name?"

Of this, too, the household was ignorant, the hotel having been taken

by brand-new people from a distance. They knew the gentleman very well

by sight, and had not thought it necessary to ask him to enter his name.

"Oh, the gentleman appears again now," said Melbury to himself. "Well,

I want to see the lady," he declared.

A message was taken up, and after some delay the shape of Grace

appeared descending round the bend of the stair-case, looking as if she

lived there, but in other respects rather guilty and frightened.

"Why--what the name--" began her father. "I thought you went out to

get parsley!"

"Oh, yes--I did--but it is all right," said Grace, in a flurried

whisper. "I am not alone here. I am here with Edgar. It is entirely

owing to an accident, father."

"Edgar! An accident! How does he come here? I thought he was two

hundred mile off."

"Yes, so he is--I mean he has got a beautiful practice two hundred

miles off; he has bought it with his own money, some that came to him.

But he travelled here, and I was nearly caught in a man-trap, and

that's how it is I am here. We were just thinking of sending a

messenger to let you know."




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