CHAPTER XXVII.
THE SOUL OF THE OLD GARDEN.
The days went on and on, and still Donal saw nothing, or next to nothing of the earl.

Thrice he met him on the way to the walled garden in which he was wont to take his unfrequent exercise; on one of these occasions his lordship spoke to him courteously, the next scarcely noticed him, the third passed him without recognition.

Donal, who with equal mind took everything as it came, troubled himself not at all about the matter.

He was doing his work as well as he knew how, and that was enough.
Now also he saw scarcely anything of lord Forgue either; he no longer sought his superior scholarship.

Lady Arctura he saw generally once a week at the religion-lesson; of Miss Carmichael happily nothing at all.
But as he grew more familiar with the countenance of lady Arctura, it pained him more and more to see it so sad, so far from peaceful.