He also heard Scarfe say something to Mr Rimbolt in tones of commiseration, in which something was added about the inconsiderateness and untrustworthiness of Jeffreys.
But for the rest he reclined back in his seat, scarcely conscious of anything but the rest and warmth.
At Wildtree, the now familiar scene of the whole household gathered panic-struck an the threshold drove him precipitately to his room.

He knew what to expect if he stayed there.
Jeffreys dropped asleep with the dog's howl ringing weirdly in his ears.
In his dreams it seemed to change into that still more terrible howl which had stunned him long ago on the Bolsover meadow.

It followed him as he carried young Forrester in his arms across that fatal ledge.

It was pitch dark; and on the ledge Scarfe stood to drive him back.

Then suddenly a new bright path seemed to open at his side, into which he stepped with his precious burden.