My present informant no sooner saw this light--probably a reflection from one of the distant torches--than he coolly gave up searching for you.
'They are dead,' says he, 'and the spirits in the old church are saying mass for their souls.

I'll go to supper.' So he came here to drink my ale, and tell his cock-and-bull story." Grace put in her word with a sweet, candid face.

"Sir, if there had been a light in that church, should we not have seen it ?" "Why, of course you would: you must have been within a hundred yards of it in your wanderings.

I never thought of that." Grace breathed again.
"However, we shall soon know.

I have sent George and another man right up to the church to look.