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The tardy gig had overtaken me at last. I entered it, and bade the man who brought it drive to Grassdale Manor -- I was too busy with my own thoughts to care to drive it myself. I would see Mrs. Huntingdon -- there could be no impropriety in that now that her husband had been dead above a year -- and by her indifference or her joy at my unexpected arrival I could soon tell whether her heart was truly mine. But my companion, a loquacious, forward fellow, was not disposed to leave me to the indulgence of my private cogitations.
"There they go! " said he, as the carriages filed away before us. "There'll be brave doings on yonder today, as what come to-morra.