"Yes, very soon now. It is about two miles, I think."
Marjorie was too excited even to talk now. She was longing to see her new home, of which she knew so little.
"Kenneth," she said, about ten minutes later, "where are we going? They are stopping before a lodge, and they are opening the great gates. They must have made some mistake."
"No mistake at all, dearest; it is quite right."
"But look at this lovely avenue! We seem to be getting near some very grand house. Are you sure it is all right, Kenneth?"
"Quite right, darling. Look out; you will see the house in a few minutes."
They came out of the shade of the avenue into the bright evening sunshine beyond, and there before them, in all its magnificence, stood Eagleton Castle.
"Marjorie, do you like your home?"
"Kenneth," she said, in a half-frightened whisper, "I can't understand it. What does it all mean?"
"It means, my dear little woman, that I have found out the missing word in the letter, and that you are Lady Derwentwater."