He had a business call to make in the town. He
would be as short a time as possible. She was just to tell the
people that she had been asked to call there and wait.
After the cab had gone through a few streets it stopped before a big
building; Hawkes got out, told the cabman where to take Peg, paid
him, and with some final admonitions to Peg, disappeared through the
swing-doors of the Town Hall.
The cabman took the wondering Peg along until he drove up to a very
handsome Elizabethan house. There he stopped. Peg looked at the name
on the gate-posts and then at the name on the card Mr. Hawkes had
given her. They were the same. Once more she gathered up her
belongings and her dog and passed in through the gateposts and
wandered up the long drive on a tour of inspection. She walked
through paths dividing rosebeds until she came to some open windows.
The main entrance-hall of the house seemed to be hidden away
somewhere amid the tall old trees.
Peg made straight for the open windows and walked into the most
wonderful looking room she had ever seen. Everything in it was old
and massive; it bespoke centuries gone by in every detail. Peg held
her breath as she looked around her. Pictures and tapestries stared
at her from the walls.
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