"But I intend to go all the same," replied Blanche. "And look here, dear Mrs. Guy, Charles has sent me word that he will call here this evening. When he comes, please give him this little note. You won't forget?"
"Not I, child. Major Carlen is always telling me I am silly; but I'm not silly enough to forget messages."
The barouche waited at the door at the appointed time, and Lady Level was driven to Victoria, where she took train for Marshdale. Five o'clock was striking out from Lower Marshdale Church when she arrived at Marshdale Station.
"Get out here, miss?" asked the porter, who saw Lady Level trying to open the door.
"Yes."
"Any luggage?"
"Only this bag," replied Lady Level.
The man took charge of it, and she alighted. Traversing the little roadside station, she looked to where the fly generally stood; but no fly was there. The station-master waited for her ticket.
"Is the fly not here?" she inquired.
"Seems not," answered the master indifferently. But as he spoke he recognised Lady Level.