Of what happened after my waking, I do not feel called upon to render an account in detail.  Confining myself merely to results, I have to report that Rachel and I thoroughly understood each other, before a single word of explanation had passed on either side.  I decline to account, and Rachel declines to account, for the extraordinary rapidity of our reconciliation.  Sir and Madam, look back at the time when you were passionately attached to each other—­and you will know what happened, after Ezra Jennings had shut the door of the sitting-room, as well as I know it myself.

I have, however, no objection to add, that we should have been certainly discovered by Mrs. Merridew, but for Rachel’s presence of mind.  She heard the sound of the old lady’s dress in the corridor, and instantly ran out to meet her; I heard Mrs. Merridew say, “What is the matter?” and I heard Rachel answer, “The explosion!” Mrs. Merridew instantly permitted herself to be taken by the arm, and led into the garden, out of the way of the impending shock.  On her return to the house, she met me in the hall, and expressed herself as greatly struck by the vast improvement in Science, since the time when she was a girl at school.  “Explosions, Mr. Blake, are infinitely milder than they were.  I assure you, I barely heard Mr. Jennings’s explosion from the garden.  And no smell afterwards, that I can detect, now we have come back to the house!  I must really apologise to your medical friend.  It is only due to him to say that he has managed it beautifully!”

So, after vanquishing Betteredge and Mr. Bruff, Ezra Jennings vanquished Mrs. Merridew herself.  There is a great deal of undeveloped liberal feeling in the world, after all!

At breakfast, Mr. Bruff made no secret of his reasons for wishing that I should accompany him to London by the morning train.  The watch kept at the bank, and the result which might yet come of it, appealed so irresistibly to Rachel’s curiosity, that she at once decided (if Mrs. Merridew had no objection) on accompanying us back to town—­so as to be within reach of the earliest news of our proceedings.

Mrs. Merridew proved to be all pliability and indulgence, after the truly considerate manner in which the explosion had conducted itself; and Betteredge was accordingly informed that we were all four to travel back together by the morning train.  I fully expected that he would have asked leave to accompany us.  But Rachel had wisely provided her faithful old servant with an occupation that interested him.  He was charged with completing the refurnishing of the house, and was too full of his domestic responsibilities to feel the “detective-fever” as he might have felt it under other circumstances.

Our one subject of regret, in going to London, was the necessity of parting, more abruptly than we could have wished, with Ezra Jennings.  It was impossible to persuade him to accompany us.  I could only promise to write to him—­and Rachel could only insist on his coming to see her when she returned to Yorkshire.  There was every prospect of our meeting again in a few months—­and yet there was something very sad in seeing our best and dearest friend left standing alone on the platform, as the train moved out of the station.