I dreaded to think of the dear body that lay there heedless of all the noise, whose eyes I should never see and whose voice I should never hear more.
I could not help calling to mind again the strange words she had last spoken--of her longing to see his honour, of her wandering talk about a dead lassie and the hearthstone, and of some danger that threatened my father.

It was all a mystery to me.

Yet it was a mystery which, boy as I was, I resolved some day to explain.
The landing-place was full of boats, by which I knew that all the lough- side and many from the opposite shore had come to the wake.

His honour's boat was there among them.

So was one belonging to the _Cigale_.
I felt tempted, instead of entering the cabin, to wander up on to the headland and lie there, looking out to the open sea, and so forget my troubles.