I meant to sleep in Markton, but have changed my mind.' Mr.Power had brought no luggage with him beyond a small hand-bag, and as soon as a room could be got ready he retired to bed.
The next morning he passed in idly walking about the grounds and observing the progress which had been made in the works--now temporarily suspended.

But that inspection was less his object in remaining there than meditation, was abundantly evident.

When the bell began to toll from the neighbouring church to announce the burial of Sir William De Stancy, he passed through the castle, and went on foot in the direction indicated by the sound.

Reaching the margin of the churchyard he looked over the wall, his presence being masked by bushes and a group of idlers from Markton who stood in front.

Soon a funeral procession of simple--almost meagre and threadbare--character arrived, but Power did not join the people who followed the deceased into the church.