It is quite clear now." Grace felt very anxious, but she forced on a careless air.

"And suppose, after all, there should be a light ?" "Then George has his orders to come back and tell me; if there is a light, it is no ghost nor spirit, but some smuggler, or poacher, or vagrant, who is desecrating that sacred place; and I shall turn out with fifty men, and surround the church, and capture the scoundrel, and make an example of him." Grace turned cold and looked at Mr.Coventry.She surprised a twinkle of satisfaction in his eye.

She never forgot it.
She sat on thorns, and was so distraite she could hardly answer the simplest question.
At last, after an hour of cruel suspense, the servant came in, and said, "George is come back, sir." "Oh, please let him come in here, and tell us." "By all means.

Send him in." George appeared, the next moment, in the doorway.

"Well ?" said Mr.Raby.
"Well ?" said Grace, pale, but self-possessed.
"Well," said George, sulkily, "it is all a lie.