Witchcraft
"Rather left the others behind, haven't we, Miss Custance?" said the captain, looking back to the gate and the larchwood.
"I'm afraid we have, Captain Knight. I hope you don't mind very much, do you?"
"Mind? Delighted, you know. Sure this damp air isn't bad for you, Miss Custance?"
"Oh, d'you think it's damp? I like it. Ever since I can remember I've enjoyed these quiet autumn days. I won't hear of father's going anywhere else."
"Charmin' place, the Grange. Don't wonder you like comin' down here."
Captain Knight glanced back again and suddenly chuckled.
"I say, Miss Custance," he said, "I believe the whole lot's lost their way. Don't see a sign of them. Didn't we pass another path on the left?"
"Yes, and don't you remember you wanted to turn off?"
"Yes, of course. I thought it looked more possible, don't you know. That's where they must have gone. Where does it lead?"
"Oh, nowhere exactly. It dwindles and twists about a lot, and I'm afraid the ground is rather marshy."
