  Everyone looked. The hostess came to the door and opened it. Into the room entered a man of rather ripe mid-ages. He had a very particular appearance. There was something uncommon in his build. His height was a bit lower than medium but his shoulders were very broad and his hands – large. It is really difficult to describe his figure... It seemed to be somehow ungainly.
  &quot;Dr Fanrock! How are you? We haven't been expecting you today,&quot; Mrs Peterson began brooding her one more guest.
  &quot;Good wishes to you, Mrs Peterson. I just wanted to see my good friends and to ask forgiveness,&quot; the visitor said. &quot;I had a very troublesome night so, alas, I overslept the sermon.&quot;
  &quot;Don't mind, doctor. Please accompany us. We have here very special guests.&quot;
  &quot;Do you? I'd like very much to be introduced to them...&quot;
  He cast a glance on people who were s

  When the night came to Cornwall and that day eventually was over Rosie was lying in her bad pondering. The sight of those wooden crosses at the cemetery again appeared in her mind. The war... The dreadful ruthless war... How much had it taken from people? And to it as if mocking everything a chorus from Mozart's opera started resounding: &quot;Bella vita militar...&quot; Oh yes! The life of soldiers is wonderful and especially for those who lay in the churchyard. How she was glad that it was peace at last and no Bonapartes were going to ruin it. In her mind Rosie began remembering different episodes of those times when she was learning at school.
  She and other girls were locked away from the outside world. What disasters were happening they could learn only from teachers and news that came sometimes but those were smoothed so that not to worry gentle young maids much. And yet there w

  Sunday came... With pale English morning everyone woke up and dressed themselves for going to the church. Rosie, Jenny, Tilly and Mr Crookins left Marine Hall and set off for Seagull's Nest, the village situated not very far from the mansion. Women strolled ahead while Crookins like a usual guardian was walking behind them.
  &quot;Miss Rosie, are you satisfied with Marine Hall?&quot; Tilly decided to dilute the boredom of an uneventful walk.
  &quot;As with the lodge - there are of course better places but I am completely satisfied. As with the place full of secrets and even with such ghosts as Thomas – I am more than satisfied. Only as with the architectural monument – this house is neglected.&quot;
  &quot;You are the first one, who called this place &quot;the architectural monument&quot;,&quot; the old woman said.
  &quot;Why, I am sure here could be very beautiful. Its history, it

Everyone looked. The hostess came to the door and opened it. Into the room entered a man of rather ripe mid-ages. He had a very particular appearance. There was something uncommon in his build. His height was a bit lower than medium but his shoulders were very broad and his hands – large. It is really difficult to describe his figure... It seemed to be somehow ungainly.
  &quot;Dr Fanrock! How are you? We haven't been expecting you today,&quot; Mrs Peterson began brooding her one more guest.
  &quot;Good wishes to you, Mrs Peterson. I just wanted to see my good friends and to ask forgiveness,&quot; the visitor said. &quot;I had a very troublesome night so, alas, I overslept the sermon.&quot;
  &quot;Don't mind, doctor. Please accompany us. We have here very special guests.&quot;
  &quot;Do you? I'd like very much to be introduced to them...&quot;
  He cast a glance on people who were sitting at the table and stiffened. His grey like still eyes stared at Rosie. Since that time as s

Chapter 11 Dr Fanrock