Later he must have grown delirious, for he saw the headless woman climbing up the ladder to the second story.

It must have been delirium, for the figure he saw wore an ordinary nightrail, whereas the lady of the legend wore a russet gown.

Some years later, as it seemed to him, the dawn came.

It grew warmer; and he huddled into the pile of heather and slept.
He was awakened by a shout of "Lambert of London, awake!" and tottering to the window, groaning, he beheld a cold grouse, a three-pound chunk of venison, two loaves, and a small bottle of whiskey neatly set out on a napkin.

His mouth opened and shut, and opened and shut.
"The letter, rogue! Are you going to give me the letter ?" shouted the Baron Hildebrand Anne fiercely.
Mr.Lambert tore himself from the window, and flung himself down on the heather, sobbing.