and Charles III.

In other respects he was rather innocuous, being confined to his chair by an attack of gout, and in the act of sipping the superannuated compound that had given it him--port.

Nevertheless, his light hair, dark eyebrows, and black eyes, awed them, and co-operated with his brilliant costume and the other signs of company, to make them wish themselves at the top of Cairnhope Peak.

However, they were in for it, and told their tale, but in tremulous tones and a low deprecating voice, so that if the room SHOULD happen to be infested with invisible grandees from the other world, their attention might not be roused unnecessarily.
Mr.Raby listened with admirable gravity; then fixed his eyes on the pair, in silence; and then said in a tone so solemn it was almost sepulchral, "This very day, nearly a century and a half ago, Sir Richard Raby was beheaded for being true to his rightful king--" "Eh, dear poor gentleman! so now a walks." It was Janet who edged in this-- "And," continued the gentleman, loftily ignoring the comment, "they say that on this night such of the Rabys as died Catholics hold high mass in the church, and the ladies walk three times round the churchyard; twice with their veils down, once with bare faces, and great eyes that glitter like stars." "I wouldn't like to see the jades," quavered Abel: "their ladyships I mean, axing their pardon." "Nor I!" said Janet, with a great shudder.
"It would not be good for you," suggested the Squire; "for the first glance from those dead and glittering eyes strikes any person of the lower orders dumb, the second, blind; the third, dead.

So I'm INFORMED.
Therefore--LET ME ADVISE YOU NEVER TO GO NEAR CAIRNHOPE OLD CHURCH AT NIGHT." "Not I, sir," said the simple woman.
"Nor your children: unless you are very tired of them." "Heaven forbid, sir! But oh, sir, we thought it might be a warning like." "To whom ?" "Why, sir, th' old Squire lies there; and heaps more of your folk: and so Abel here was afear'd--but you are the best judge; we be no scholars.
Th' old church warn't red-hot from eend to eend for naught: that's certain." "Oh it is me you came to warn ?" said Raby, and his lip curled.
"Well, sir," (mellifluously), "we thought you had the best right to know." "My good woman," said the warned, "I shall die when my time comes.