Light steps retreated from the balcony, and a window closed. Christopher
had almost held his breath lest Ethelberta should discover him at the
critical moment to be other than Sol, and mar her deliverance by her
alarm. The still silence was anything but silence to him; he felt as if
he were listening to the clanging chorus of an oratorio. And then he
could fancy he heard words between Ethelberta and the viscount within the
room; they were evidently at very close quarters, and dexterity must have
been required of her. He went on tiptoe across the gravel to the grass,
and once on that he strode in the direction whence he had come. By the
thick trunk of one of a group of aged trees he stopped to get a light,
just as the Court clock struck six in loud long tones. The transaction
had been carried out, through her impatience possibly, four or five
minutes before the time appointed.
The note contained, in a shaken hand, in which, however, the well-known
characters were distinguishable, these words in pencil:
'At half-past seven o'clock. Just outside the north lodge; don't fail.'
This was the time she had suggested to Sol as that which would probably
best suit her escape, if she could escape at all. She had changed the
place from the west to the north lodge--nothing else. The latter was
certainly more secluded, though a trifle more remote from the course of
the proposed journey; there was just time enough and none to spare for
fetching the brougham from Little Enckworth to the lodge, the village
being two miles off. The few minutes gained by her readiness at the
balcony were useful now. He started at once for the village, diverging
somewhat to observe the spot appointed for the meeting. It was
excellently chosen; the gate appeared to be little used, the lane outside
it was covered with trees, and all around was silent as the grave. After
this 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.'
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