minute, in your room. You can tell her to flit, when you go up; here is the key. The bog-water got into her head, and she would have run home, quite flighty, but I fixed her, till she came round to her senses. You can bid her go to the Grange, at once, if she be able, and carry a message from me, that her young lady will follow in time to attend the Squire's funeral.'"
"Mr. Edgar is not dead?" I gasped. "Oh! Zillah, Zillah!"
"No, no—sit you down, my good mistress," she replied, "you're right sickly yet. He's not dead: Doctor Kenneth thinks he may last another day—I met him on the road and asked."
Instead of sitting down, I snatched my outdoor things, and hastened below, for the way was free.
On entering the house, I looked about for some one to give information of Catherine.
The place was filled with sunshine, and the
