The sweet draught helped me physically; but all the winds of Boreas could not have blown out of my head the vision of the previous night.

The question, "Was it prophetic ?" kept ringing in my ears, answerless save by a superstitious feeling of fear.

Then the horrid thought that I had only by a mere chance missed becoming a murderer came upon me, and again was crowded from my mind by the memory of Dorothy and the hovering spectre which had hung over her head on Bowling Green hillside.
I walked to the north side of the tower and on looking down the first person I saw was our new servant, Thomas, holding two horses at the mounting stand.

One of them was Dolcy, and I, feeling that a brisk ride with Dorothy would help me to throw off my wretchedness, quickly descended the tower stairs, stopped at my room for my hat and cloak, and walked around to the mounting block.

Dorothy was going to ride, and I supposed she would prefer me to the new servant as a companion.
I asked Thomas if his mistress were going out for a ride, and he replied affirmatively.
"Who is to accompany her ?" I asked.
"She gave orders for me to go with her," he answered.
"Very well," I responded, "take your horse back to the stable and fetch mine." The man hesitated, and twice he began to make reply, but finally he said:-- "Very well, Sir Malcolm." He hitched Dolcy to the ring in the mounting block and started back toward the stable leading his own horse.