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We followed the dog-cart at a safe distance, which was not very far off in the fog, until it stopped at the stable-gate. Then we slipped past quite unseen on the other side of the road, while Mr. Rayner was busy opening the gate; and at the front gate Laurence left me, and I groped my way down the drive as fast as I could, and got in some minutes before Mr. Rayner and his companion. And, as I could rely upon the silence of Mrs. Rayner and the cook, I said nothing to anybody else about my excursion.
We were about an hour over dinner, and, when Mr. Rayner had been to the cellar -- not the dreadful store-room cellar -- himself to get out a bottle of port, he asked Mr. Maynard if he was fond of music.