Many of the particulars of my journey to Ireland have faded out of my mind altogether. I remember most distinctly my mood of grim that at last I had to deal with accessible persons again....  
The weather was windy and violent, and I was sea-sick for most of the crossing, and very tired and when I landed. Williams had thought of my thick over-coat and loaded me with wraps and rugs, and I sat in the corner of a in that state of mental and bodily that presses on the brows like a painless headache. I got to some little at last where I had to wait an hour for a branch-line train. I tasted all the bitterness of Irish hospitality, and such coffee as Ireland alone can produce. Then I went on to a station called Clumber or Clumboye, or some such name, and thence after some difficulty I got a car for my destination. It was a wretched car in which hens had been roosting, and it was by a steaming horse that had sores under its mended harness.
 
An immense wet wind was blowing as we came over the big hill that lies to the south of Mirk. Everything was wet, the hillside above me was either intensely green turf or great streaming of , seaward was a rocky headland, a ruin of a beehive shape, and beyond a vast waste of tumbling waters unlit by any sun. Not a tree broke that , nor any living thing but ourselves. The horse went stumblingly under the of the driver's and tongue....
 
"Yonder it is," said my man, pointing with his whip, and I twisted round to see over his shoulder, not the Rhine-like castle I had expected, but a long low house of stone upon a headland, backed by a distant mountain that vanished in a wild driven storm of rain as I looked. But at the sight of Mirk my lassitude passed, my nerves , and my will began to march again. Now, thought I, we bring things to an issue. Now we come to something personal and definite. The vagueness is at an end. I kept my eyes upon the place, and thought it more and more like a prison as we drew nearer. Perhaps from that window Mary was looking for me now. Had she wondered why I did not come to her before? Now at any rate I had found her. I sprang off the car, found a bell-handle, and set the house jangling.
 
The door opened, and a little old man appeared with his fingers thrust inside his collar as though he were struggling against strangulation. He regarded me for a second, and before I could speak.
 
"What might you be wanting?" said he, as if he had an answer ready.
 
"I want to see Lady Mary Justin," I said.
 
"You can't," h............