“SaxonorKelt？“shecontinued，laughinginthedarkness。“Butitdoesn\'tmatter。Whicheveryouare，youwillhavetolistentome。Ilovethisplace。IloveShropshire。
IhateLondon。Iamgladthatthiswillbemyhome。Ah，dear“——shewasnowmovingbacktowardsthehouse——“whatacomforttohavearrived！“
“Thatwomanmeansmischief，“thoughtCharles，andcompressedhislips。Inafewminuteshefollowedherindoors，asthegroundwasgettingdamp。Mistswererisingfromtheriver，andpresentlyitbecameinvisible，thoughitwhisperedmoreloudly。TherehadbeenaheavydownpourintheWelshhills。Chapter26Nextmorningafinemistcoveredthepeninsula。Theweatherpromisedwell，andtheoutlineofthecastlemoundgrewclearereachmomentthatMargaretwatchedit。Presentlyshesawthekeep，andthesunpaintedtherubblegold，andchargedthewhiteskywithblue。Theshadowofthehousegathereditselftogetherandfelloverthegarden。A
catlookedupatherwindowandmewed。Lastlytheriverappeared，stillholdingthemistsbetweenitsbanksanditsoverhangingalders，andonlyvisibleasfarasahill，whichcutoffitsupperreaches。
MargaretwasfascinatedbyOniton。Shehadsaidthatshelovedit，butitwasratheritsromantictensionthatheldher。TheroundedDruidsofwhomshehadcaughtglimpsesinherdrive，therivershurryingdownfromthemtoEngland，thecarelesslymodelledmassesofthelowerhills，thrilledherwithpoetry。Thehousewasinsignificant，buttheprospectfromitwouldbeaneternaljoy，andshethoughtofallthefriendsshewouldhavetostopinit，andoftheconversionofHenryhimselftoarurallife。Society，too，promisedfavourably。