CHAPTER VI.
DINAH ROY'S "GHOST." The moon, high in the heavens, shone down brightly, lighting up the fair domain of Verner's Pride, lighting up the broad terrace, and one who was hasting along it; all looking as peaceful as if a deed of dark mystery had not that night been committed.
He, skimming the terrace with a fleet foot, was that domain's recognised heir, Lionel Verner.

Tynn and others were standing in the hall, talking in groups, as is the custom with dependents when something unusual and exciting is going on.

Lionel appeared full of emotion when he burst in upon them.
"Is it true ?" he demanded, speaking impulsively.

"Is Rachel really dead ?" "She is dead, sir." "Drowned ?" "Yes, sir, drowned." He stood like one confounded.

He had heard the news in the village, but this decided confirmation of it was as startling as if he now heard it for the first time.