When he saw the face above him, a horror came upon his--a look like that they found frozen on it.
"Who are you ?" he gasped.

"Where am I ?" "You came here in the storm last night, my lord," said the laird.
"Cursed place! I never had such horrible dreams in my life.

Where am I--do you hear?
Why don't you answer me ?" "You are at Castle Warlock, my lord," replied the laird.
At this he shrieked, and, throwing off the clothes, sprung from the bed.
"I entreat you, my lord, to lie down again.

You were very ill in the night," expostulated the laird.
"I don't stop another hour in the blasted hole!" roared his guest, in a fierce quaver.

Out of my way you fool! Where's Joan?
Tell her to get up and come directly.