Along the whole north pavement of the square only one figure moves, and that is Major Campbell.
His face is haggard and anxious; he walks with a quick, excited step; earnest enough, whoever else is not.

For in front of Lord Scoutbush's house the road is laid with straw.

There is sickness there, anxiety, bitter tears.

Lucia has not found her husband, but she has lost her child.
Trembling, Campbell raises the muffled knocker, and Bowie appears.

"What news to-day ?" he whispers.
"As well as can be expected, sir, and as quiet as a lamb now, they say.
But it has been a bad time, and a bad man is he that caused it." "A bad time, and a bad man.