So he told himself, thinking as he did so, that people such as these could not understand that an Earl of Scroope would not be untrue to his word.
And yet since he had been back in County Clare he had almost regretted that he had not broken his faith to them and remained in England.
At half-past ten he started on a car, having promised to be at the cottage at noon, and he told his servant that he should certainly leave Ennistimon that day at three.

The horse and gig were to be ready for him exactly at that hour.
On this occasion he did not go through Liscannor, but took the other road to the burial ground.

There he left his car and slowly walked along the cliffs till he came to the path leading down from them to the cottage.

In doing this he went somewhat out of his way, but he had time on his hands and he did not desire to be at the cottage before the hour he had named.

It was a hot midsummer day, and there seemed to be hardly a ripple on the waves.