"I am tired, I think I will go to bed.

Good-night you two;" and he groped his way to the garden-house.
Amias took his pipe from his mouth and looked at his wife inquiringly.
"What's come to Herrick ?" he said in a concerned tone; "he looks dead beat.

We thought he was dining at the Wood House; at least you said so, Yea-Verily, my child, and I believed you." "Yes, I know, dear; but we were both wrong, and he has eaten nothing, that is evident." And then she got up quickly.

"The kitchen fire is still alight, and the kettle will soon boil; I told Martha to leave it.
I will make him some coffee, and you shall take it to him.

And, Amias, you dear old thing, don't talk to him; he is not fit for it to-night." And so it was that a quarter of an hour later Amias knocked at Malcolm's door, and was reluctantly bidden to enter.
Malcolm was sitting still fully dressed by the open window, and the moonlight made him look still more ghastly.