CHAPTER XIII.
THE STORM-GUEST.
Again a deep silence descended on the room.

The twilight had long fallen, and settled down into the dark.

The only thing that acknowledged and answered the clock was the red glow of the peats on the hearth.

To Cosmo, as he sat sunk in thought, the clock and the fire seemed to be holding a silent talk.

Presently came a great and sudden blast of wind, which roused Cosmo, and made him bethink himself that it was time to be going home.