We started the next morning by the early train.  Laura, Marian, Mr. Kyrle, and myself in one carriage, and John Owen, with a clerk from Mr. Kyrle’s office, occupying places in another.  On reaching the Limmeridge station we went first to the farmhouse at Todd’s Corner.  It was my firm determination that Laura should not enter her uncle’s house till she appeared there publicly recognised as his niece.  I left Marian to settle the question of accommodation with Mrs. Todd, as soon as the good woman had recovered from the bewilderment of hearing what our errand was in Cumberland, and I arranged with her husband that John Owen was to be committed to the ready hospitality of the farm-servants.  These preliminaries completed, Mr. Kyrle and I set forth together for Limmeridge House.

I cannot write at any length of our interview with Mr. Fairlie, for I cannot recall it to mind without feelings of impatience and contempt, which make the scene, even in remembrance only, utterly repulsive to me.  I prefer to record simply that I carried my point.  Mr. Fairlie attempted to treat us on his customary plan.  We passed without notice his polite insolence at the outset of the interview.  We heard without sympathy the protestations with which he tried next to persuade us that the disclosure of the conspiracy had overwhelmed him.  He absolutely whined and whimpered at last like a fretful child.  “How was he to know that his niece was alive when he was told that she was dead?  He would welcome dear Laura with pleasure, if we would only allow him time to recover.  Did we think he looked as if he wanted hurrying into his grave?  No.  Then, why hurry him?” He reiterated these remonstrances at every available opportunity, until I checked them once for all, by placing him firmly between two inevitable alternatives.  I gave him his choice between doing his niece justice on my terms, or facing the consequence of a public assertion of her existence in a court of law.  Mr. Kyrle, to whom he turned for help, told him plainly that he must decide the question then and there.  Characteristically choosing the alternative which promised soonest to release him from all personal anxiety, he announced with a sudden outburst of energy, that he was not strong enough to bear any more bullying, and that we might do as we pleased.

Mr. Kyrle and I at once went downstairs, and agreed upon a form of letter which was to be sent round to the tenants who had attended the false funeral, summoning them, in Mr. Fairlie’s name, to assemble in Limmeridge House on the next day but one.  An order referring to the same date was also written, directing a statuary in Carlisle to send a man to Limmeridge churchyard for the purpose of erasing an inscription—­Mr. Kyrle, who had arranged to sleep in the house, undertaking that Mr. Fairlie should hear these letters read to him, and should sign them with his own hand.