I will go at once.

Thomas, order my horse, and fetch my riding-cloak and gloves." The valet stared in astonishment, but went to obey.

It was something altogether without precedent, this queer proceeding on the part of his master, and, taken in connection with that other odd event in church, looked remarkably suspicious.
The night was dark and starless, and the wind blew raw and bleak as the baronet dashed down the avenue and out into the high-road.

He almost wondered at himself for complying with the dying woman's desire, but some inward impulse beyond his control seemed driving him on.
He rode rapidly, and a quarter of an hour brought him to the sexton's cottage.

A feeble light glimmered from the window out into the blackness of the night.