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Arrive in August and stay for six months . If you do n't , we shall begin to believe what we already suspect -- that we live too far away . '' The thrust went home . Within a month the invitation had been accepted , with the direct result that here were Jill and I , at six o'clock of a pleasant August evening , standing upon a quay at Southampton , while the Rolls waited patiently , with Fitch at her wheel , a stone 's throw away , ready to rush our guest and ourselves over the odd fifteen miles that lay between the port and White Ladies . With us in the car we could take the inevitable cabin trunk and dressing-case . Adèle 's heavy baggage was to be consigned to the care of Fitch , who would bring it by rail the same evening to Mockery Dale , the little wayside station which served five villages and our own among them . Nobody from the quay was allowed to board the liner , and none of the passengers were allowed to disembark , until the baggage had been off-loaded .