THE MESSENGER My grandfather made a step or two towards the door, but my grandmother, who seemed distraught with terror, would not let him go, but clung to him the closer.

Dido had gone to the door of the room and was barking to get out.

She was running up and down in a frenzy of impatience.

The tremendous knocking still went on above the noise of the wind.
"It is absurd," I cried, trying to make my grandmother hear; "did any one ever know the death-coach to come knocking at the door ?" But she was too terrified to hear me.

So I let her be, and, snatching one of the candles from the table, I went out into the hall.