His dislike of boating seemed just now to be rising into horror.
"What are you going to do now, Elster ?" inquired Captain Dawkes.
"Go to the mill again, I think, and find out if any one saw Hartledon leave the skiff, and which way he took.

One of the servants can run down to Hillary's the while." Dr.Ashton rose, bowing for permission to Lady Kirton; and the gentlemen with one accord rose with him, the same purpose in the mind of all--that of more effectually scouring the ground between the mill and Hartledon.
The countess-dowager felt that she should like to box the ears of every one of them.

The idea of danger in connection with Lord Hartledon had not yet penetrated to her brain.
At this moment, before they had left the room, there arose a strange wild sound from without--almost an unearthly sound--that seemed to come from several voices, and to be bearing round the house from the river-path.
Mrs.O'Moore put down her knife and fork, and rose up with a startled cry.
"There's nothing to be alarmed at," said the dowager.

"It is those Irish harvesters.

I know their horrid voices, and dare say they are riotously drunk.