He knew that he had weathered the storm which had assailed his own fortunes, and that the future lay clear and bright before him.
He did not waste an hour in London, but went straight from one station to another, and was in time to catch a train for Fairleigh, the station nearest to Lidford.

It was five o'clock in the afternoon when he arrived at this place, and chartered a fly to take him over to Lidford--a lovely summer afternoon.

The sight of the familiar English scenery, looking so exquisite in its summer glory, filled him with a pleasure that was almost akin to pain.

He had often walked this road with Marian; and as he drove along he looked eagerly at every distant figure, half hoping to see his darling approach him in the summer sunlight.
Mr.Fenton deposited his carpet-bag at the cosy village inn, where snow-white curtains fluttered gaily at every window in the warm western breeze, and innumerable geraniums made a gaudy blaze of scarlet against the wooden wall.

He did not stop here to make any inquiries about those he had come to see.