‘I went out of your garden by the back gate, and followed her carriage to the railway. He simply went to the first bridge outside the station, and waited. When she was in the train, it moved forward; he was all expectation, and drew out his handkerchief ready to wave, while she looked out of the window towards the bridge. The train backed before it reached the bridge, to attach the box containing her horses, and the carriage-truck. Then it started for good, and when it reached the bridge she looked out again, he waving his handkerchief to her.’ ‘And she waving hers back?’ ‘No, she didn’t.’ ‘Ah!’ ‘She looked at him--nothing more. I wouldn’t give much for his chance.’ After a while Dare added musingly: ‘You are a mathematician: did you ever investigate the doctrine of expectations?’ ‘Never.’ Dare drew from his pocket his ‘Book of Chances,’ a volume as well thumbed as the minister’s Bible. ‘This is a treatise on the subject,’ he said. ‘I will teach it to you some day.’ The same evening Havill asked Dare to dine with him. He was just at this time living en garcon, his wife and children being away on a visit. After dinner they sat on till their faces were rather flushed. The talk turned, as before, on the castle-competition. ‘To know his design is to win,’ said Dare. ‘And to win is to send him back to London where he came from.’ Havill inquired if Dare had seen any sketch of the design while with Somerset? ‘Not a line. I was concerned only with the old building.’ ‘Not to know it is to lose, undoubtedly,’ murmured Havill. ‘Suppose we go for a walk that way, instead of consulting here?’ They went down the town, and along the highway. When they reached the entrance to the park a man driving a basket-carriage came out from the gate and passed them by in the gloom. ‘That was he,’ said Dare. ‘He sometimes drives over from the hotel, and sometimes walks. He has been working late this evening.’ Strolling on under the trees they met three masculine figures, laughing and talking loudly. ‘Those are the three first-class London draughtsmen, Bowles, Knowles, and Cockton, whom he has engaged to assist him, regardless of expense,’ continued Dare. ‘O Lord!’ groaned Havill. ‘There’s no chance for me.’ The castle now arose before them, endowed by the rayless shade with a more massive majesty than either sunlight or moonlight could impart; and Havill sighed again as he thought of what he was losing by Somerset’s rivalry. ‘Well, what was the use of coming here?’ he asked. ‘I thought it might suggest something--some way of seeing the design. The servants would let us into his room, I dare say.’ ‘I don’t care to ask. Let us walk through the wards, and then homeward.’ They sauntered on smoking, Dare leading the way through the gate-house into a corridor which was not inclosed, a lamp hanging at the further end. ‘We are getting into the inhabited part, I think,’ said Havill.