But it was not that had moved him to stand; for in a moment, with a

curious sound between a groan and a curse he led the way on, without

answering her. Fifty paces brought them to the gate and the road.

Thomasson held up his lanthorn and looked over the gate.

'Where is the carriage?' she whispered, startled by the darkness and

silence.

'It should be here,' he answered, his voice betraying his perplexity.

'It should be here at this gate. But I--I don't see it.' 'Would it have lights?' she asked anxiously. He had opened the gate by

this time, and as she spoke they passed through, and stood together

looking up and down the road. The moon was obscured, and the lanthorn's

rays were of little use to find a carriage which was not there.

'It should be here, and it should have lights,' he said in evident

dismay. 'I don't know what to think of it. I--ha! What is that? It is

coming, I think. Yes, I hear it. The coachman must have drawn off a

little for some reason, and now he has seen the lanthorn.' He had only the sound of wheels to go upon, but he proved to be right;

she uttered a sigh of relief as the twin lights of a carriage apparently

approaching round a bend of the road broke upon them. The lights drew

near and nearer, and the tutor waved his lamp. For a second the driver

appeared to be going to pass them; then, as Mr. Thomasson again waved

his lanthorn and shouted, he drew up.

'Halloa!' he said.

Mr. Thomasson did not answer, but with a trembling hand opened the door

and thrust the girl in. 'God bless you!' she murmured; 'and--' He

slammed the door, cutting short the sentence.

'Well?' the driver said, looking down at him, his face in shadow; 'I

am--' 'Go on!' Mr. Thomasson cried peremptorily, and waving his lanthorn

again, startled the horses; which plunged away wildly, the man tugging

vainly at the reins. The tutor fancied that, as it started, he caught a

faint scream from the inside of the chaise, but he set it down to fright

caused by the sudden jerk; and, after he had stood long enough to assure

himself that the carriage was keeping the road, he turned to retrace his

steps to the house.

He was feeling for the latch of the gate--his thoughts no pleasant ones,

for the devil pays scant measure--when his ear was surprised by a new

sound of wheels approaching from the direction whence the chaise had

come. He stood to listen, thinking he heard an echo; but in a second or

two he saw lights approaching through the night precisely as the other

lights had approached. Once seen they came on swiftly, and he was still

standing gaping in wonder when a carriage and pair, a postboy riding and

a servant sitting outside, swept by, dazzling him a moment; the next it

was gone, whirled away into the darkness.




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