Again the Governor returned to his smoking-room. After a while he heard a hackney carriage coming up the drive to the porch, and then old John, the watchman, lugging a trunk along the corridor. A moment later, looking through the window, he saw Fenella, in the blue and white costume of her Settlement (the same in which, with so much pride, he had brought her up to the house from the pier in his big landau), stepping into the coach.
Then his anger and emotion together burst all bounds. He tore open his door with the intention of countermanding Fenella's orders and driving the hackney carriage off his grounds. But before he could bring himself to do so he heard the door of the carriage close and saw its wheels moving away.
Miss Green came back to the house with her handkerchief to her eyes, saying,
"She was crying as if her heart would break, poor darling!"
The Governor went slowly back to his room once more. The masterful man, who had never known before what it was to have tears in his eyes, was utterly broken. He had lost his daughter; he was to be a childless man henceforward; he was to spend the rest of his life alone. But after a while he thought of Stowell as the man who had taken Fenella from him, and his anger rose again.
"He wants punishment, does he? Very well, he shall have it, and damned quick too."
Two hours later Fenella was at Castle Rushen, in the living-room of the new jailer and his wife.
"I hear you want a female warder, and I've come to offer myself," she said.
The new jailer, who was embarrassed, stammered something about menial labour, but Fenella was not to be gainsaid.
"I'm a trained nurse, and have experience in managing people—will you take me?"