Mr.Ratcliffe, who at this time had done me the honour to make my house his own, had the complaisance to introduce him secretly into the chapel.

The consequence, as he informs me, was a frenzy of several hours, during which he fled into the neighbouring moors, in one of the wildest spots of which he chose, when he was somewhat recovered, to fix his mansion, and set up for a sort of country empiric, a character which, even in his best days, he was fond of assuming.

It is remarkable, that, instead of informing me of these circumstances, that I might have had the relative of my late wife taken such care of as his calamitous condition required, Mr.Ratcliffe seems to have had such culpable indulgence for his irregular plans as to promise and even swear secrecy concerning them.

He visited Sir Edward often, and assisted in the fantastic task he had taken upon him of constructing a hermitage.

Nothing they appear to have dreaded more than a discovery of their intercourse.
"The ground was open in every direction around, and a small subterranean cave, probably sepulchral, which their researches had detected near the great granite pillar, served to conceal Ratcliffe, when any one approached his master.