The front door
of "The Bower" opened, and Mr. and Mrs. Goodwyn-Sandys appeared,
dressed, as Miss Limpenny could see, for a walk.
"Now, I wonder," reflected that kind soul, "which direction they will
take. Personally, of course, I should prefer them to pass this
window; but I hope I can subdue private inclination to public spirit,
and for Troy's sake I hope they will visit the Castle first.
The salubrity of the air, as well as the expansiveness of the view,
would be certain to impress them favourably. Dear, dear! I wish I
could advise them. Should they take the direction of the town, I
know by experience they will be apt to meet with an effluvium of
decaying fish, and I should _so_ like their stay among us to be begun
under pleasant auspices."
But almost before Miss Limpenny had concluded these reflections, the
strangers had determined on the direction. They turned neither
towards the Town nor up the hill towards the Castle and the harbour's
mouth; but down the little road which led to Bower Slip and the
Penpoodle Ferryboat.
"Gracious me!" exclaimed Miss Limpenny; "they are going to take a
boat."
The words were scarcely out of her mouth, when she was seized with a
sudden idea--an idea so alluring, yet so bold withal, that the blood
flew from her cheeks.
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