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"Sir Robert," muttered Dalton, "may well change the name of his dwelling

from Cecil Abbey to Cecil Place. Why, the very trees are manufactured

into Roundheads. But there is something more than ordinary a-foot, for

the lights are floating through the house as if it were haunted. The

sooner I make harbour, the better."

He paced rapidly forward, and stood before a small building that was

then called a porter's lodge, but which had formerly been designated the

Abbey Gate, and which, perhaps in consideration of its simple, but

singular, beauty, had been spared all modern alteration. The ivy that

clustered and climbed to its loftiest pinnacles added a wild and

peculiar interest to this remnant of ancient architecture. It contained

a high carriage archway, and a lateral passage beneath it, both

decorated with numerous ornamental mouldings and columns, flanked at

the angles by octagonal turrets of surpassing elegance. An apartment

over the arch, which, during the reign of monastic power, had been used

as a small oratory, for the celebration of early mass to the servants

and labourers of the convent, was now appropriated to the accommodation

of the porter and his family.

The Skipper applied his hand to the bell, and rang long and loudly. For

some time no answer was returned. Again he rang, and after much delay,

an old man was seen approaching from the house, bearing a torch, which

he carefully shaded from the night wind.

"My good friend," inquired the sailor in no gentle tone, "is it Sir

Robert's wish that those who come on business should be thus kept

waiting?"

"You know little of the affliction with which it has pleased the Lord to

visit Sir Robert, or you would not have rung so loudly: our good lady is

dying!" and the old man's voice faltered as he spoke the tidings.

"Indeed!" was the only reply of Dalton, as he passed under the archway;

but the word was spoken in a tone that evinced strong feeling. The

porter requested him to walk into the lodge.

"The place is in confusion; and as to seeing my master, it is a clear

impossibility; he has not left our lady's bedside these three days, and

the doctor says she will be gathered to her kindred before morning."

"He will leave even her to attend to me; and therefore, my friend, on

your own head be the responsibility if you fail to deliver to him this

token. I tell you," added Dalton, "death could hardly keep him from me!"