If so he might have learnt a secret.
When he arrived upstairs, Somerset went to a window commanding a view of the garden.

Paula still stood in her place, and the stranger was earnestly conversing with her.

Soon they passed round the corner and disappeared.
It was now time for him to see about starting for Markton, an intelligible zest for circumventing the ardent and coercive captain of artillery saving him from any unnecessary delay in the journey.

He was at the station ten minutes before the train was due; and when it drew up to the platform the first person to jump out was Captain De Stancy in sportsman's attire and with a gun in his hand.

Somerset nodded, and De Stancy spoke, informing the architect that he had been ten miles up the line shooting waterfowl.