Original (inglés)

THE SECRET WHICH GUY DARRELL DID NOT CONFIDE TO ALBAN MORLEY. It was a serene noonday in that melancholy interlude of the seasons when autumn has really ceased--winter not yet visibly begun. The same hired vehicle which had borne Lionel to Fawley more than five years ago, stopped at the gate of the wild umbrageous grass-land that surrounded the antique Manor-house. It had been engaged, from the nearest railway- station on the London road, by a lady, with a female companion who seemed her serva