THE DISCOVERY.
CHAPTER XXXVII. THE HOROSCOPE.
CHAPTER XXXVIII. THE EXORCISM.
CHAPTER XVII.
THE FIRE-ENGINE.
As soon as supper was over in the housekeeper's room, Dorothy sped
to the keep, where she found Caspar at work.
'My lord is not yet from supper, mistress,' he said. 'Will it please
you wait while he comes?'
Had it been till midnight, so long as there was a chance of his
appearing, Dorothy would have waited. Caspar did his best to amuse
her, and succeeded,--showing her one curious thing after
another,--amongst the rest a watch that seemed to want no winding
after being once set agoing, but was in fact wound up a little by
every opening of the case to see the dial. All the while the
fire-engine was at work on its mysterious task, with but now and
then a moment's attention from Caspar, a billet of wood or a
shovelful of sea-coal on the fire, a pull at a cord, or a hint from
the hooked rod. The time went rapidly.
Twilight was over, Caspar had lighted his lamp, and the moon had
risen, before lord Herbert came.
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