Down below were some meadows and a canal, and by the side of the canal, a path.

At a certain point--I should think about half a mile from where the train was standing--this path went underneath a rude bridge, built of bricks and covered over with turf.

Well, as I sat there I could see two men, both approaching the bridge along the path from opposite directions.

One was tall, dressed in light tweeds, a good-looking fellow--looked like one of your country squires except that he was a little on the thin side.

The other was a sombre-looking person, dressed in dark clothes, about your height and build, I should say, Mr.
Romilly.