opened for the better reconnoitring the approach of the expected guest.
"He keeps the blinds down still! Absence of mind, or shame at unpunctuality—which is the cause, Mauleverer?" said one of the party.
"Not shame, I fear!" answered Mauleverer. "Even the indecent immorality of delaying our dinner could scarcely bring a blush to the parchment skin of my learned friend."
Here the carriage stopped at the porch; the carriage-door was opened.
"There seems a strange delay," said Mauleverer peevishly. "Why does not he get out?"
As he spoke, a murmur among the attendants, who appeared somewhat strangely to crowd around the carriage, smote the ears of the party.
"What do they say?—What?" said Mauleverer, putting his hand to his ear.
The Bishop answered hastily; and Mauleverer, as he heard the reply, forgot for once his susceptibility to cold, and hurried out to the carriage-door. His guests followed.
They found Brandon leaning against the farther corner of the carriage—a corpse. One hand held the check-string, as if he had endeavoured in-
