It is only to the eyes of his neighbours that the just man dies: to himself, and to those on the other side, he does not die, but is born instead: "He that liveth and believeth in me shall never die." But the poor old lord felt the approaching dank and cold of the sepulchre as the end of all things to him--if indeed he would be permitted to lie there, and not have to get up and go to worse quarters still.
"I am sorry to have to tell you, my lord," said the laird, re-entering, "that both our roads and your horses are in such a state that it is impossible you should proceed to-day." His guest turned white through all the discoloration of his countenance.

His very soul grew too white to swear.

He stood silent, his pendulous under lip trembling.
"Though the wind fell last night," resumed the laird, "the snow came on again before the morning, and it seems impossible you should get through.

To attempt it would be to run no small risk of your lives." "Joan," said Lord Mergwain, "go and tell the rascal to put the horses to." Lady Joan rose at once, took her shawl, put it over her head, and went.

Cosmo ran to open the door for her.