He was thinking of the work in hand, and he found the gap without
difficulty. When through that he ascended the hill for two miles, and then
the sea was before him, and Portray Castle, lying, as it seemed to him at
that distance, close upon the seashore. "Upon my word, Lizzie has not done
badly with herself," he said almost aloud, as he looked down upon the fair
sight beneath him, and round upon the mountains, and remembered that, for
her life at least, it was all hers, and after her death would belong to
her son. What more does any human being desire of such a property than
that?
He rode down to the great doorway--the mountain track, which fell on to
the road about half a mile from the castle, having been plain enough--and
there he gave up the pony into the hands of no less a man that Mr. Gowran
himself. Gowran had watched the pony coming down the mountain side, and
had desired to see of what like was "her leddyship's" cousin. In telling
the whole truth of Mr. Gowran it must be acknowledged that he thought that
his late master had made a very great mistake in the matter of his
marriage. He could not imagine bad things enough of Lady Eustace, and
almost believed that she was not now, and hadn't been before her marriage,
any better than she should be.
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