I longed to have speech with her, but I found from the servant that Doctor Blair had left that morning on a journey of pastoral visitation, and had taken her with him.

The man did not know their destination, but believed it to be somewhere in the north.

The thought vaguely disquieted me.

In these perilous times I wished to think of her as safe in the coastlands, where a ship would give a sure refuge.
I met Grey that afternoon at the Half-way Tavern.

In the last week he seemed to have aged and grown graver.