He found Stephen in the barn, where the men were making the flails beat with a rhythm and regularity as exhilarating as music.
Stephen left them at once; but, when he told Ducie what word had been brought him, he was startled at her look and manner.
"I have been looking for this news all day: I fear me, Steve, that the squire has come to 'the passing.' Last night I saw your grandfather." "Dreamed of him ?" "Well, then, call it a dream.

I saw your grandfather.

He was in this room; he was sorting the papers he left; and, as I watched his hands, he lifted his head and looked at me.

I have got my orders, I feel that.

But wait not now, I will follow you anon." In the "Seat" there was a distinct feeling of consummating calamity.