At this moment I see her there.

If not, she has grown unlike herself.' 'Have you a stout horse in the stables ?' Redworth asked.
'You remember the mare Bertha; you have ridden her.' 'The mare would do, and better than a dozen horses.' He consulted his watch.

'Let me mount Bertha, I engage to deliver a letter at The Crossways to-night.' Lady Dunstane half inclined to act hesitation in accepting the aid she sought, but said: 'Will you find your way ?' He spoke of three hours of daylight and a moon to rise.

'She has often pointed out to me from your ridges where The Crossways lies, about three miles from the Downs, near a village named Storling, on the road to Brasted.
The house has a small plantation of firs behind it, and a bit of river--rare for Sussex--to the right.

An old straggling red brick house at Crossways, a stone's throw from a fingerpost on a square of green: roads to Brasted, London, Wickford, Riddlehurst.