I returned to Limmeridge House early enough in the evening to take leave of Mr. Kyrle.  He and his clerk, and the driver of the fly, went back to London by the night train.  On their departure an insolent message was delivered to me from Mr. Fairlie—­who had been carried from the room in a shattered condition, when the first outbreak of cheering answered my appeal to the tenantry.  The message conveyed to us “Mr. Fairlie’s best congratulations,” and requested to know whether “we contemplated stopping in the house.”  I sent back word that the only object for which we had entered his doors was accomplished—­that I contemplated stopping in no man’s house but my own—­and that Mr. Fairlie need not entertain the slightest apprehension of ever seeing us or hearing from us again.  We went back to our friends at the farm to rest that night, and the next morning—­escorted to the station, with the heartiest enthusiasm and good will, by the whole village and by all the farmers in the neighbourhood—­we returned to London.

As our view of the Cumberland hills faded in the distance, I thought of the first disheartening circumstances under which the long struggle that was now past and over had been pursued.  It was strange to look back and to see, now, that the poverty which had denied us all hope of assistance had been the indirect means of our success, by forcing me to act for myself.  If we had been rich enough to find legal help, what would have been the result?  The gain (on Mr. Kyrle’s own showing) would have been more than doubtful—­the loss, judging by the plain test of events as they had really happened, certain.  The law would never have obtained me my interview with Mrs. Catherick.  The law would never have made Pesca the means of forcing a confession from the Count.

II

Two more events remain to be added to the chain before it reaches fairly from the outset of the story to the close.

While our new sense of freedom from the long oppression of the past was still strange to us, I was sent for by the friend who had given me my first employment in wood engraving, to receive from him a fresh testimony of his regard for my welfare.  He had been commissioned by his employers to go to Paris, and to examine for them a fresh discovery in the practical application of his Art, the merits of which they were anxious to ascertain.  His own engagements had not allowed him leisure time to undertake the errand, and he had most kindly suggested that it should be transferred to me.  I could have no hesitation in thankfully accepting the offer, for if I acquitted myself of my commission as I hoped I should, the result would be a permanent engagement on the illustrated newspaper, to which I was now only occasionally attached.