The travellers had no reason to delay them in their present quarters, and taking their places on the car, set out for the castle.
‘I scarcely thought when I last drove this road,’ said Walpole, ‘that the next time I was to come should be on such an errand as my present one.’
‘Humph!’ ejaculated the other. ‘Our noble relative that is to be does not shine in equipage. That beast is dead lame.’
‘If we had our deserts, Lockwood, we should be drawn by a team of doves, with the god Cupid on the box.’
‘I’d rather have two posters and a yellow postchaise.’
A drizzling rain that now began to fall interrupted all conversation, and each sank back into his own thoughts for the rest of the way.
Lord Kilgobbin, with his daughter at his side, watched the car from the terrace of the castle as it slowly wound its way along the bog road.
‘As well as I can see, Kate, there is a man on each side of the car,’ said Kearney, as he handed his field-glass to his daughter.
‘Yes, papa, I see there are two travellers.’
‘And I don’t well know why there should be even one! There was no such great friendship between us that he need come all this way to bid us good-bye.’