Only, there underneath was that mighty force, relentless, inexorable, of heredity, causing the instinct which had dominated the Arranstouns for eleven hundred years.
He did not seek to detain his guest and promised bride--but, with great courtesy, he showed her the way down the stairs of the lawn, and so through the postern into the park, and he watched her slender form trip off towards the gate which was opposite the Inn, her last words ringing in his ears in answer to his final question.
"No, I shall not fail--I will leave the Crown at nine o'clock exactly on Thursday." Then turning, he retraced his steps to his sitting-room, and there found Henry Fordyce returned..