I will go myself--it will be a call for us both." "But shall I go with you to the door?
It is dark and sleeting," suggested Blandford, eagerly.
"No," she replied, peremptorily.

"Stay where you are, and when Ezekiel and Bridget come in send them to bed, for I have made everything fast in the kitchen.

Don't wait up for me." She left the room, and in a few moments returned, wrapped from head to foot in an enormous plaid shawl.

A white woollen scarf thrown over her bare brown head, and twice rolled around her neck, almost concealed her face from view.

When she had parted from her husband, and reached the darkened hall below, she drew from beneath the folds of her shawl a thick blue veil, with which she completely enveloped her features.