BOOK I
A CRY ON THE HILL
The dance was over. From the great house on the hill the guests had all departed and only the musicians remained. As they filed out through the ample doorway, on their way home, the first faint streak of early dawn became visible in the east. One of them, a lank, plain-featured young man of ungainly aspect but penetrating eye, called the attention of the others to it.
‘Look!’ said he; ‘there is the daylight! This has been a gay night for Sutherlandtown.’
‘Too gay, ‘ muttered another, starting aside as the slight figure of a young man coming from the house behind them rushed hastily by. ‘Why, who’s that?’
As they one and all had recognised the person thus alluded to, no one answered till he had dashed out of the gate and disappeared in the woods on the other side of the road. Then they all spoke at once.
‘It’s Mr. Frederick!’
‘He seems in a desperate hurry.’
‘He trod on my toes.’
‘Did you hear the words he was muttering as he went by?’
As only the last question was calculated to rouse any interest, it alone received attention.
‘No; what were they? I heard him say something, but I failed to catch the words.’……………
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