"She maun keep the company that her brother keeps, for she is clearly dependent .-- But, speaking of that, I ken what I have to do, and that is no little, before it darkens.
I have sat clavering with you ower lang, Maister Francie." And away she marched with a resolved step, and soon the clear octaves of her voice were heard in shrill admonition to her handmaidens.
Tyrrel paused a moment in deep thought, then took his hat, paid a visit to the stable, where his horse saluted him with feathering ears, and that low amicable neigh, with which that animal acknowledges the approach of a loving and beloved friend.

Having seen that the faithful creature was in every respect attended to, Tyrrel availed himself of the continued and lingering twilight, to visit the old Castle, which, upon former occasions, had been his favourite evening walk.

He remained while the light permitted, admiring the prospect we attempted to describe in the first chapter, and comparing, as in his former reverie, the faded hues of the glimmering landscape to those of human life, when early youth and hope have ceased to gild them.
A brisk walk to the inn, and a light supper on a Welsh rabbit and the dame's home-brewed, were stimulants of livelier, at least more resigned thoughts--and the Blue bedroom, to the honours of which he had been promoted, received him a contented, if not a cheerful tenant.
FOOTNOTES: [I-8] The foundress of a sect called Buchanites; a species of Joanna Southcote, who long after death was expected to return and head her disciples on the road to Jerusalem.
[I-9] _Escrouelles_, King's Evil..