The passage was all that could be desired, even by the impatience of Harriet.
They arrived in Liverpool.

Mr.Parmalee and his companion posted full speed down to Devonshire.

In the luminous dusk of the soft May evening they reached Worrel, Harriet's thick veil hiding her from every eye.
"We'll go to Mr.Bryson's first," said Parmalee, Bryson being Sir Everard's lawyer.

"We're in the very nick of time; to-morrow morning at day-dawn is fixed for----" "Oh, hush!" in a voice of agony; "not that fearful word!" They reached the house of Mr.Bryson.

He sat over his eight-o'clock cup of tea, with a very gloomy face.