for him—Stay, stay, he comes, I hear a horse's feet."
"Are you sure there is only one?" said Craigengelt; "I fear there is a chase; I think I hear three or four galloping together; I am sure I hear more horses than one."
"Pooh, pooh, it is the wench of the house that is clattering to the well in her pattens; by my faith, captain, you should give up both your captainship and your secret service, for you are as easily scared as a wild goose. But here comes the Master alone, and looking as gloomy as a night in November."
The Master of Ravenswood entered the room accordingly, his cloak muffled around him, his arms folded, his looks stern, and at the same time dejected. He flung his cloak from him as he entered, threw himself upon a chair, and appeared sunk in a profound reverie.
"What has happened? What have you
