CHAPTER 2.V.Tant Sannie Holds An Upsitting, and Gregory Writes A.
Letter.
It was just after sunset, and Lyndall had not yet returned from her first driving-lesson, when the lean coloured woman standing at the corner of the house to enjoy the evening breeze, saw coming along the road a strange horseman.

Very narrowly she surveyed him, as slowly he approached.

He was attired in the deepest mourning, the black crepe round his tall hat totally concealing the black felt, and nothing but a dazzling shirt-front relieving the funereal tone of his attire.

He rode much forward in his saddle, with his chin resting on the uppermost of his shirt-studs, and there was an air of meek subjection to the will of Heaven, and to what might be in store for him, that bespoke itself even in the way in which he gently urged his steed.

He was evidently in no hurry to reach his destination, for the nearer he approached to it the slacker did his bridle hang.