'Thank you very much. Good-bye again.'
She escaped, and he looked after her, with an unsatisfied expression that was almost wistful, and that would certainly not have been in his face if she could have seen it.
Griggs was beside her when she went ashore.
'I had not much to do after all,' he said, glancing at Van Torp.
'No,' Margaret answered, 'but please don't think it was all imagination. I may tell you some day. No,' she said again, after a short pause, 'he did not make himself a nuisance, except that once, and now he has asked me to his place in Derbyshire.'
'Torp Towers,' Griggs observed, with a smile.
'Yes. I could hardly help laughing when he told me he had changed its name.'
'It's worth seeing,' said Griggs. 'A big old house, all full of other people's ghosts.'
'Ghosts?'
'I mean figuratively. It's full of things that remind one of the people who lived there. It has one of the oldest parks in England. Lots of pheasants, too—but that cannot last long.'