CHAPTER ELEVEN.
WILDTREE TOWERS.
Jeffreys spoke truly when he wrote to Mr Frampton that he did not know and did not care where he was going next.

When he awoke in his heathery bed next morning, he lay indolently for a whole hour for no other reason than because he did not know whether to walk north, south, east or west.
He lacked the festive imagination which helps many people under similar circumstances.

It did not occur to him to toss up, nor was he aware of the value of turning round three times with his eyes closed and then marching straight before him.

Had he been an errant knight, of course his horse would have settled the question; but as it was, he was not a knight and had not a horse.

He had a dog, though.