While she was yet changing the garments in which she had lain on the terrible bed, she heard the earl go by, and the door of his room close. Apparently he had concluded to let her pass the night without another visit: he had himself had a bad fright, and had probably not got over it. A little longer and she heard Donal's gentle signal at the door of the sitting-room. He had brought some biscuits and a little wine in the bottom of a decanter from the housekeeper's room: there was literally nothing in the larder, he said.
They sat down and ate the biscuits. Donal told his adventures. They agreed that she must write to the factor to come home at once, and bring his sister. Then Donal set to with his file upon the ring: her hand was much too swollen to admit of its being removed as it had been put on. It was not easy to cut it, partly from the constant danger of hurting her swollen hand, partly that the rust filled and blunted the file.
"There!" he said at last, "you are free! And now, my lady, you must take some rest. The door to the passage is secure. Lock this one inside, and I will draw the sofa across it outside: if he come wandering in the night, and get into this room, he will not reach your door."
Weary as he was, Donal could not sleep much. In the middle of the night he heard the earl's door open, and watched and followed him.
He went to the oak door, and tried in vain to open it.
"She has taken it!" he muttered, in what seemed to Donal an awe-struck voice.
All night long he roamed the house a spirit grievously tormented. In the gray of the morning, having perhaps persuaded himself that the whole affair was a trick of his imagination, he went back to his room.
In the morning Donal left the house, having first called to Arctura and warned her to lock the door of the sitting-room the moment he was gone. He ran all the way down to the inn, paid his bill, bought some things in the town for their breakfast, and taking the mare, rode up to the castle, and rang the bell. No notice was taken. He went and put up his animal, then let himself into the house by Baliol's tower, and began to sing. So singing he went up the great stair, and into and along the corridor where the earl lay.
The singing roused him, and brought him to his door in a rage. But the moment he saw Donal his countenance fell.
"What the devil are you doing here?" he said.
"They told me in the town you were in England, my lord!"
"I wrote to you," said the earl, "that we were gone to London, and that you need be in no haste to return. I trust you have not brought Davie with you?"
"I have not, my lord."
"Then make what haste back to him you can. He must not be alone with bumpkins! You may stay there with him till I send for you--only mind you go on with your studies. Now be off. I am at home but for a few hours on business, and leave again by the afternoon coach!"
"I do not go, my lord, until I have seen my mistress."
"Your mistress! Who, pray, is your mistress!"
"I am no longer in your service, my lord."
"Then what, in the name of God, have you done with my son?"
"In good time, my lord, when you have told me where my mistress is!
I am in this house as lady Arctura's servant; and I desire to know where I shall find her."
"In London."
"What address, please your lordship? I will wait her orders here."
"You will leave this house at once," said the earl. "I will not have you here in both her ladyship's absence and my own."
"My lord, I am not ignorant how things stand: I am in lady Arctura's house; and here I remain till I receive her commands."
"Very well! By all means!"
"I ask you again for her address, my lord."
"Find it for yourself. You will not obey my orders: am I to obey yours?"
He turned on his heel, and flung to his door.
Donal went to lady Arctura. She was in the sitting-room, anxiously waiting his return. She had heard their voices, but nothing that passed. He told her what he had done; then produced his provisions, and together they prepared their breakfast. By and by they heard the earl come from his room, go here and there through the still house, and return to his apartment.
In the afternoon he left the house. They watched him away--ill able, apparently, even to crawl along. He went down the hill, nor once lifted his head. They turned and looked at each other. Profound pity for the wretched old man was the feeling of both. It was followed by one of intense relief and liberty.
"You would like to be rid of me now, my lady," said Donal; "but I don't see how I can leave you. Shall I go and fetch Miss Carmichael?"
"No, certainly," answered Arctura. "I cannot apply to her."
"It would be a pity to lose the advantage of your uncle's not knowing what has become of you."
"I wonder what he will do next! If I were to die now, the property would be his, and then Forgue's!"
"You can will it away, I suppose, my lady!" answered Donal.
Arctura stood thoughtful.
"Is Forgue a bad man, Mr. Grant?"
"I dare not trust him," answered Donal.
"Do you think he had any knowledge of this plot of his father's?"
"I cannot tell. I do not believe he would have left you to die in the chapel."
