Though he
could discover none, he still thought discretion the better part
of valor, and stepped out into the road.
"Now, then, where are you going?" inquired Ormiston for,
following him.
"I don't wish to talk here; there is no telling who may be
listening. Come along."
Ormiston glanced back at the gloomy rain looming up like a black
spectre in the blackness.
"Well, they most have a strong fancy for eavesdropping, I must
say, who world go to that haunted heap to listen. What have you
seen there, and where have you left your horse?"
"I told you before," said Sir Norman, rather impatiently, "I that
I have seen nothing - at least, nothing you would care about; and
my horse is waiting me at the Golden Crown."
"Very well, we have no time to lose; so get there as fast as you
can, and mount him and ride as if the demon were after you back
to London."
"Back to London? Is the man crazy? I shall do no such thing,
let me tell you, to-night."
"Oh, just as you please," said Ormiston, with a great deal of
indifference, considering the urgent nature of his former
request. "You can do as you like, you know, and so can I - which
translated, means, I will go and tell her you have declined to
come.
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