My bonnet and shawl being on, and a few things hastily crammed into my largest trunk, I descended.

But I might have done the work more leisurely, for no one else was in a hurry; and I had still a considerable time to wait for the phaeton.

At length it came to the door, and I was off: but, oh, what a dreary journey was that! how utterly different from my former passages homewards! Being too late for the last coach to -- -, I had to hire a cab for ten miles, and then a car to take me over the rugged hills.
It was half-past ten before I reached home.

They were not in bed.
My mother and sister both met me in the passage--sad--silent--pale! I was so much shocked and terror-stricken that I could not speak, to ask the information I so much longed yet dreaded to obtain.
'Agnes!' said my mother, struggling to repress some strong emotion.
'Oh, Agnes!' cried Mary, and burst into tears.
'How is he ?' I asked, gasping for the answer.
'Dead!' It was the reply I had anticipated: but the shock seemed none the less tremendous..