"I shall love that girl in spite of myself," he said, as he sprang across the frozen surface to her side. How tenderly anxious he was, even his voice slightly trembled as he asked the question: "Are you hurt?" No, she was not. But her hand dropped helplessly to her side as he drew the reins from it. "This is the wonderfully quiet horse," cried Julia. "I never saw such behaviour; astonishing in one of his meek temper, but of course this is the first time he has ever been guilty of such tricks." "How did it happen?" asked Charles, of Amy. "I scarcely know, it was all so sudden." "But something must have frightened him?" "Yes; I fancy the sound of a horse's feet galloping by excited him, and one of the hounds rushed to his side, and then he became almost beyond my control." His sorrow was expressed on his face, and was more expressive than any words could be. His regrets--but before he could speak those, Amy had bowed, wished him good morning, and was gone. The sorrow faded away from his face; a vexed look succeeded. Why had she left him so hastily? Could she not have spared him a few moments wherein to express his regret. Was she angry? No, he could not think so, her temper appeared unruffled, and her face wore its usual soft and sweet expression. As Frances advanced to his side he impatiently sprang on his horse and cantered off, but Frances thought as she stood listening to his horse's receding steps on the hard frosty ground, that ere long the canter sounded in her ears far more like a gallop. Some twenty minutes later, as Amy was returning home through the lane, her attention was drawn towards a horseman going at headlong speed across the distant fields. The children wondered who it could be, but Amy never wondered at all; she knew well enough. "It is your uncle," she said. CHAPTER XIII. THE MYSTERIOUS LIGHT. "Still further on she crept with trembling feet, With hope a friend, with fear a foe to meet; And there was something fearful in the sight And in the sound of what appear'd to-night; For now, of night and nervous terror bred, Arose a strong and superstitious dread; She heard strange noises, and the shapes she saw Of fancied beings bound her soul in awe." CRABBE. But few of the party returned home in the very best of spirits, or appeared to have enjoyed their afternoon's pleasure on the ice. Charles scarcely raised his eyes during dinner, or addressed a word to any one. Anne was infinitely disgusted at his inattention and dulness, having made up her mind during Mr. Hall's absence to thoroughly enjoy herself, being in no fear of a look from those earnest eyes of his, as she rattled away almost heedless of what fell from her lips, or hazarded trifling, thoughtless remarks.