The contemplation of this fortune drove all speculations about the movements of "John" out of her head.

"John" was always queer and uncertain, and _would_ go off suddenly sometimes and be gone for days.
"I winna fash mysel' anent him! He may tak' his ain gait, and I'll tak' mine!" she said to herself, as she resolved to go out the very next day and buy what her heart had long been set upon--a cashmere shawl! The next morning's papers however contained news from Lone, which, had Rose taken the trouble to look at them, must have thrown some light upon the sudden departure of Mr.Scott.
They contained this telegraphic item, copied from the evening papers: "The coroner's inquest that has been sitting at Lone, returned last night a verdict of murder against Peters, the valet of the late Sir Lemuel Levison, and against some person or persons unknown.

The valet has been arrested and committed to gaol to await the action of the grand jury.

It is said that he is very much depressed in spirits, and it is supposed that he will make a full confession, and save himself from the extreme penalty of the law by giving up the names of his confederates in the crime, and turning Queen's evidence against them." Rose did not read the papers at all.

They did not interest that fine animal.
She went shopping that day, and bought a blazing scarlet cashmere shawl.
Mr.Scott did not return in the evening, but she was not troubled.