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And without a word further he went out of the room , closing the door softly behind him . Michael gave a sort of whoop to Binko , who sprang at him in love and excitement , while he cried : `` Very well ! Get along , old saint ! '' Then he rang the bell , and to the footman when he came he handed the note he had written to be taken to Mr. Fergusson , and sent orders for Johnson to pack for two nights , and for his motor to be ready to catch the 10:40 express at the junction for London town . Then he seized his cap and , calling Binko , he went off into the garden , and so on to the park and to the golf house , where , securing his professional , he played a vigorous round , and when he got back to the castle again , just before dinner , he was informed that Mr. Fordyce had left in his own motor for Edinburgh . An opalescence of soft light and peace and beauty was over the park of Arranstoun on this June night of its master 's wedding , and he walked among the giant trees to the South Lodge gate , only a few hundred yards from the postern , which he reached from his sitting-room . All had gone well in London .