“My darling!” Mr. Gunter Lake whispered to the darkness.  “My little guurl.  It has been worth the waiting....”

Section 6

Miss Grammont met Sir Richmond in the bureau of the Old George with a telegram in her hand.  “My father reported his latitude and longitude by wireless last night.  The London people think he will be off Falmouth in four days’ time.  He wants me to join his liner there and go on to Cherbourg and Paris.  He’s arranged that.  He is the sort of man who can arrange things like that.  There’ll be someone at Falmouth to look after us and put us aboard the liner.  I must wire them where I can pick up a telegram to-morrow.”

“Wells in Somerset,” said Sir Richmond.

His plans were already quite clear.  He explained that he wanted her first to see Shaftesbury, a little old Wessex town that was three or four hundred years older than Salisbury, perched on a hill, a Saxon town, where Alfred had gathered his forces against the Danes and where Canute, who had ruled over all Scandinavia and Iceland and Greenland, and had come near ruling a patch of America, had died.  It was a little sleepy place now, looking out dreamily over beautiful views.  They would lunch in Shaftesbury and walk round it.  Then they would go in the afternoon through the pleasant west country where the Celts had prevailed against the old folk of the Stonehenge temple and the Romans against the Celts and the Saxons against the Romanized Britons and the Danes against the Saxons, a war-scarred landscape, abounding in dykes and entrenchments and castles, sunken now into the deepest peace, to Glastonbury to see what there was to see of a marsh village the Celts had made for themselves three or four hundred years before the Romans came.  And at Glastonbury also there were the ruins of a great Benedictine church and abbey that had once rivalled Salisbury.  Thence they would go on to Wells to see yet another great cathedral and to dine and sleep.  Glastonbury Abbey and Wells Cathedral brought the story of Europe right up to Reformation times.

“That will be a good day for us,” said Sir Richmond.  “It will be like turning over the pages of the history of our family, to and fro.  There will be nothing nearly so old as Avebury in it, but there will be something from almost every chapter that comes after Stonehenge.  Rome will be poorly represented, but that may come the day after at Bath.  And the next day too I want to show you something of our old River Severn.  We will come right up to the present if we go through Bristol.  There we shall have a whiff of America, our new find, from which the tobacco comes, and we shall be reminded of how we set sail thither—­was it yesterday or the day before?  You will understand at Bristol how it is that the energy has gone out of this dreaming land—­to Africa and America and the whole wide world.  It was the good men of Bristol, by the bye, with their trade from Africa to America,