The next morning she arose quite early, and looking in the
direction of Grassy Spring, which, when the leaves were fallen,
was plainly discernible, she saw Arthur's carriage driving from
his gate. There was no train due at that hour, and she stood
wondering until the carriage, which, for a moment, had been hidden
from her view, appeared a second time in sight, and as it passed
the house she saw Aunt Phillis's dusky face peering from the
window. She did not see Arthur, but she was sure he was inside;
and when the horses were turned into the road, which, before the
day of cars, was the great thoroughfare between Shannondale and
Worcester, she knew he had started for the latter place in his
carriage.
"What can it be for?" she said; "and why has he taken Phillis?"
But puzzle her brain as she might, she could not fathom the
mystery, and she waited for what would next occur.
In the course of the day Victor, who, without being really
meddlesome, managed to keep himself posted with regard to the
affairs at Grassy Spring, told her that Mr.
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