Once or twice the notes of a bugle found their way
down the hill, and reminded me that I was in a place of
delightful novelty. It was just a fillip to my enjoyment, as I
looked on and off my page alternately.
By and by I heard footsteps, quick yet light footsteps,
sounding on the gravel. Measured and quick they came; then two
figures rounded a point close by me. There were two, but their
footfalls had sounded as one. They were dressed alike, all in
grey, like my friend in the omnibus. As they passed me, the
nearest one hastily pulled off his cap, and I caught just a
flash from a bright eye. It was the same. I looked after them
as they left my point and were soon lost behind another;
thinking that probably Preston was dressed so and had been
taught to walk so; and with renewed admiration of a place
where the inhabitants kept such an exquisite neatness in their
dress and moved like music. There was a fulness of content in
my mind, as at length I slowly went back up my winding path to
the hotel, warned by the furious sounds of a gong that
breakfast was in preparation.
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