CHAPTER XXI "JOURNEYS END IN LOVERS' MEETINGS"
The moon was fast sinking below the treetops to our left, what time we reached a road, or rather cart-track that wound away up a hill. Faint and far a church clock slowly chimed the hour of three, the solemn notes coming sweet and silvery with distance.
"What chimes are those?" I inquired.
"Cranbrook Church."
"Is it far to Cranbrook?"
"One mile this way, but two by the road yonder."
"You seem very well acquainted with these parts," said I.
"I have lived here all my life; those are the Cambourne Woods over there—"
"Cambourne Woods!" said I.
"Part of the Sefton estates," she continued; "Cambourne village lies to the right, beyond."
"The Lady Sophia Sefton of Cambourne!" said I thoughtfully.
"My dearest friend," nodded my companion.
