Whether it be a call no one can tell.

But to my eyne he looks as if he had been called, and was going.' 'Then he'll meet my sister,' said William, solemnly; 'and I hope the Lord will make it clear to him, then, how he killed her, as sure as he shot down yon sailors; an' if there's a gnashing o' teeth for murder i' that other place, I reckon he'll have his share on't.

He's a bad man yon.' 'Betsy said he were such a friend to her brother as niver was; and he's sent her word and promised to go and see her, first place he goes out to.
But William only shook his head, and repeated his last words,-- 'He's a bad man, he is.' When Philip came home that Sunday night, he found only Alice up to receive him.

The usual bedtime in the household was nine o'clock, and it was but ten minutes past the hour; but Alice looked displeased and stern.
'Thee art late, lad,' said she, shortly.
'I'm sorry; it's a long way from my uncle's, and I think clocks are different,' said he, taking out his watch to compare it with the round moon's face that told the time to Alice.
'I know nought about thy uncle's, but thee art late.

Take thy candle, and begone.' If Alice made any reply to Philip's 'good-night,' he did not hear it..