CHAPTER IV.
"The night was now pitmirk; the wind soughed amid the headstones and railings of the gentry (for we all must die), and the black corbies in the steeple-holes cackled and crawed in a fearsome manner." MANSIE WAUGH.
Bill was early at the night-school.

No other of his class had arrived, so he took the corner by the fire sacred to first-comers, and watched the gradual gathering of the school.

Presently Master Arthur appeared, and close behind him came his friend.

Mr.Bartram Lindsay looked more attractive now than he had done in the garden.

When standing, he was an elegant though plain-looking young man, neat in his dress, and with an admirable figure.