Miss Power is looked up to by little De Stancy as if she were a god-a'mighty, and Miss Power lets her love her to her heart's content.

But whether Miss Power loves back again I can't zay, for she's as deep as the North Star.' The landlord here left the stranger to go to some other part of the house, and Somerset drew near to the glass partition to gain a glimpse of a man whose interest in the neighbourhood seemed to have arisen so simultaneously with his own.

But the inner room was empty: the man had apparently departed by another door.
VI.
The telegraph had almost the attributes of a human being at Stancy Castle.

When its bell rang people rushed to the old tapestried chamber allotted to it, and waited its pleasure with all the deference due to such a novel inhabitant of that ancestral pile.

This happened on the following afternoon about four o'clock, while Somerset was sketching in the room adjoining that occupied by the instrument.