Chapter 6
The telegraph had almost the attributes of a human being at Stancy Castle. When its bell rang people rushed to the old tapestried chamber allotted to it, and waited its pleasure with all the deference due to such a novel inhabitant of that ancestral pile. This happened on the following afternoon about four o’clock, while Somerset was sketching in the room adjoining that occupied by the instrument. Hearing its call, he looked in to learn if anybody were attending, and found Miss De Stancy bending over it.
She welcomed him without the least embarrassment. ‘Another message,’ she said.—’”Paula to Charlotte.—Have returned to Markton. Am starting for home. Will be at the gate between four and five if possible.”‘
Miss De Stancy blushed with pleasure when she raised her eyes from the
