CHAPTER XIV.
THE SCHOOLROOM.
Old Simmons, the butler, woke him.
"I was afraid something was the matter, sir.

They tell me you did not come down last night; and breakfast has been waiting you two hours." "I should not have known where to find it," said Donal.

"The knowledge of an old castle is not intuitive." "How long will you take to dress ?" asked Simmons.
"Ten minutes, if there is any hurry," answered Donal.
"I will come again in twenty; or, if you are willing to save an old man's bones, I will be at the bottom of the stair at that time to take charge of you.

I would have looked after you yesterday, but his lordship was poorly, and I had to be in attendance on him till after midnight." Donal thought it impossible he should of himself have found his way to the schoolroom.

With all he could do to remember the turnings, he found the endeavour hopeless, and gave it up with a not unpleasing despair.