"
"You mean to remain until the funeral is over, I suppose?"
"I think not; I want to go back to Hampshire as soon as possible--by an
early train to-morrow morning, if I can. I do not see that there is any
reason for my remaining. I could not prove my respect or affection for my
grandfather any more by staying."
"Certainly not," her father answered promptly. "I think you will be quite
right in getting away from this dingy hole as quick as you can."
"It is not for that. But I have promised to return directly I was free to
do so."
"And you go back to Hampshire? To what part of Hampshire?"
Marian told him the name of the place where she was living. He wrote the
address in his pocket-book, and was especially careful that it should be
correctly written, as to the name of the nearest town, and in all other
particulars.
"I may have to write to you, or to come to you, perhaps," he said. "It's
as well to be prepared for the contingency."
After this Mr. Nowell sent out for a "Railway Guide," in order to give
his daughter all necessary information about the trains for Malsham.
There was a tolerably fast train that left Waterloo at seven in the
morning, and Marian decided upon going by that. She had to spend the
evening alone with her father while Mrs. Mitchin kept watch in the
dismal chamber upstairs.
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