- Possession's fifteenth chapter kicks off with another epigraph from a poem by Randolph Henry Ash—a luuuurv poem that asks if human beings are just "automata," or if there's something deeper to our experiences of love.
- As the chapter itself gets underway, we see two people—a man and a woman—sharing a carriage on a train. Pretty soon, we discover that we're looking at Randolph Henry Ash and Christabel LaMotte.
- For the very first time in Possession, the narrator has whisked us right out of the 1980s and into the 1850s.
- The narrator spends some time describing Randolph Henry Ash's and Christabel LaMotte's appearances, then shows us how the two poets got over the first hurdle of their trip—discussing whether or not to share a room…and a bed.
- We also get to look at Christabel LaMotte through Randolph Henry Ash's eyes, and the novel's narrator tells us a little bit about the characteristics that have drawn him to her.
- Once they reach their hotel in North Yorkshire, Christabel and Randolph agree to wait a little while before engaging in the more, errr…romantic…plans they have for their trip.
- Christabel and Randolph eat a meal together, and then they go for a walk along the seashore, where they don't see any women selling seashells.
- Randolph and Christabel continue to kill time all afternoon. They have tea together in the early evening, then Christabel goes up to their shared bedroom.
- As he waits, Randolph considers "his hopes and expectations" (15.64), and muses on literary representations of sex, sexuality, and desire.
- Eventually, Randolph heads upstairs to their shared bedroom, puts on some Barry White—okay, he doesn't do that—the two of them head to bed for sexy time.
- We next hear a bit about Randolph Henry Ash's curiosity regarding Christabel LaMotte's sexual history. Randolph seems to suspect that Christabel LaMotte and Blanche Glover may be sexual partners, but he doesn't dare ask.
- The narrator continues to tell us about Randolph and Christabel's time together in North Yorkshire, and we learn that they also traveled to Boggle Hole, just because they liked the name. More than 100 years later, Roland Mitchell and Maud Bailey have followed in their footsteps more closely than they thought.