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Immediately after the departure of Blanche and Roger next morning, Isbel--attired in an old, though still serviceable, tweed walking costume, with stout, low-heeled shoes--announced her intention of taking a long tramp on the Downs by herself; she might, or might not, be back for lunch. It was the only programme she could think of in which her aunt would be certain not to offer to participate. Mrs. Moor, of course, raised some half-hearted objections--that was more in the nature of a ritual between the two ladies--but in the end Isbel got her way, and before ten o'clock she was out of the hotel. Not en route to the Downs, however. At the top of Preston Street she caught a bus to Hove Station, and, on arriving there, purchased a ticket to Worthing.
The train was a little overdue. Not many people were travelling, and she was able to secure an empty first-class compartment. Her first action was to fling down both windows for the atmosphere was suffocating close; it was one of those heavy, sluggish, overcast, depressing mornings which are the sure forerunners of steady rain. As they ran into Worthing, a few spots already began to gather on the left-hand side windows.