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CHAPTISR VIII. I

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CHAPTISR VIII. I Gartlands shouted the guard, and Honour woke from a half-uncasy sleep and got out of the carriage with an almost joyful feeling of expectancy. j It had come at last, this exciting moment to which she had been looking forward with an ardour greater than she knew herself, and which was almost amusing to her when the; facts of the case were taken into considera- tion. After all, she was only going to more work, more loneliness perhaps even to some of those humiliations which the rich put upon those who eat their bread, and there was nc valid reason for this almost childish joy, this sudden uplifting of the heart like a caught breath, a very gasp of wonderment. It was babyish of her, but she could not help it, and she collected her belongings with something of the exultation of a child out I for a'day's jaunt. Her own feelings engrossed her to such an extent that she gave a jump at being accosted by a chauffeur, who, in the regulation motoi coat and peaked cap, stood at her side. Are you for Hurstlcigh Castle ? he asked. I Yes," answered Honour, timidly, won- dering if this splendid personage was going to shoulder her shabby box. She need have had no such apprehension, for lie instantly summoned a porter with a grand air, which impressed the girl against her will, and the thought grew in her mind that if the depen- dents were so magnificent the master might be really uncomfortably awe-inspiring. | This feeling deepened, when she left the station and saw the splendid motor waiting at a little distance from the other con- veyances. Honour knew nothing of motors, except to keep clear of them in the LoiMSusaV^rcets, but j she ventured to ask if her box was going with | ^iTie chauffeur seemed surprised at the question. ) That will be seen to, miss," he said, but you can take your dressing bag with you." By which name he dignified the shabby gllulstone which lie placed in front of her, and then lie eyed with some dubious- ness the thin jacket and round liat-she wore. I" Have you a motor coat, miss ? No, but it doesn't matter." He turned and fumbled in the back of the car, reappearing with a splendid garment lined with sable. I His lordship ordered this to be sent ¡ down," he said, briefly, holding it out to lier. Honour liestitated, and spoke unguardedly words which, in the light of after events, I became memorable in the servants' hall at words which, in the light of after events, I became memorable in the servants' hall at Hurstlcigh, causing smothered laughter as often as they were repeated Oh, this is much too good for me," she said. Then, as the situation became slightly absurd, and the man still waited in silence for her to make up her mind, she inducted her- self into it, realising with amusement that it wa< a man's overcoat, for it fell round her slight figure in heavy cumbrous folds. Thus weighted, she climbed into the car, and the delightful rushing journey began, Honour realising more and more the useless- ncss of hat pins in a motor drive, and.finally in desperation, pulling off her hat and letting the wind play with her hair, as she sat snug and warm in the great coat which had been I sent. Surely a considerate employer this one who overlooked no trifle. How wise she had been to come The thought wps still with her as they en- tered the park, and she feasted her eyes with the stately beauty of her surroundings. It seemed to her that this park must stretch for miles, broken by noble trees and distant woods and it was, in truth, quite a while before thev passed through another gate and entered grounds. To the rigitt she saw an immense lake to the left' a vista of velvet lawns, but she had no time to take in the details, for the car was rushing up a sudden hill, scattering the pebbles, and then veering suddenly to the left, the whole quadrangle of the house faced her. I It was an immense pile, built in a rathet florid style, but extremely imposing in fact, I it al'uost seemed to the inexperienced eyes of the newcomer, that it was no house at all, I but a town at which she was arriving, for she caught sight of the gilded dome of what looked to her like a church at the back, and where the rays of the June sunshine seemed to cluster in what appeared to her a ball of fire. Later on she knew that this was the private chapel, which was incorporated with I the building, but at the time she only realised that except for Windsor Castle, she had never seen anything quite so imposing in her life. She slipped out of the heavy coat as soon as she reached the ground, and replaced her hat, and then she walked up the stciirs leading to the entrance door, hoping for some friendly greeting, someone to tell her what to do. She was greeted certainly, but not as she L-xpectcd, for she saw no one but servants, who seemed to start up on all sides like the spirits i). an enchanted castle. Honour stood still abashed, as a pompous i looking butler aiuiroached her. 1

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