He had stopped there to enquire on his way to the station when he had left Wendover.

La Sarthe Chase was entirely closed, except for a woman and her husband from the village who slept there.

But what right had he to be interested now, in any case?
He had better shut the whole matter out of his mind, and keep his thoughts upon his coming marriage with Cecilia Cricklander.
And it was this frame of mind which caused him to plunge recklessly into work as soon as he reached London, though he found that nothing really assuaged his misery.
It was a glorious day towards the end of August when he got onto the boat at Dover, and there ran across Miss Cora Lutworth, bent upon _trousseau_ business in Paris.

She was with her friend, the lady who chaperoned her, and greeted him with her usual breezy charm.
They sat down together in a comfortable corner on deck, while the lady went to have a sleep.

They talked of many things and mutual friends.