He therefore missed seeing that Adam branched off the track and returned to the high road.
That night Edgar Caswall had slept badly.

The tragic occurrence of the day was on his mind, and he kept waking and thinking of it.

After an early breakfast, he sat at the open window watching the kite and thinking of many things.

From his room he could see all round the neighbourhood, but the two places that interested him most were Mercy Farm and Diana's Grove.

At first the movements about those spots were of a humble kind--those that belong to domestic service or agricultural needs--the opening of doors and windows, the sweeping and brushing, and generally the restoration of habitual order.
From his high window--whose height made it a screen from the observation of others--he saw the chain of watchers move into his own grounds, and then presently break up--Adam Salton going one way, and Lady Arabella, followed by the nigger, another.