"P.S.--I have ordered breakfast at 10. Don't go down much before,
for your own sake."


Somewhat relieved in my mind, for I thought she was really angry with
me, not altogether without cause, I rose, dressed and set to work to
write some letters. While I was doing so I heard the wheels of a
carriage beneath and opening my window, saw the Atterby-Smith family
in the act of departing in the Castle bus. Smith himself seemed to be
still enraged, but the others looked depressed. Indeed I heard the
wife of his bosom say to him,

"Calm yourself, my dear. Remember that Providence knows what is best
for us and that beggars on horseback are always unjust and
ungrateful."

To which her spouse replied,

"Hold your infernal tongue, will you," and then began to rate the
servants about the luggage.

Well, off they went. Glaring through the door of the bus, Mr. Smith
caught sight of me leaning out of the window, seeing which I waved my
hand to him in adieu. His only reply to this courtesy was to shake his
fist, though whether at me or at the Castle and its inhabitants in
general, I neither know nor care.

When I was quite sure that they had gone and were not coming back
again to find something they had forgotten, I went downstairs and