Orange sank back in her seat and said no more. Trecarrel looked about him, and admired the richness of the scenery, as the road descended to the beautiful valley of the Tavy, rich in woods, with glimpses of granite moor ridges rising picturesquely above it, and below the little town of Tavistock, with its grey church and abbey nestling by the foaming moorland river. The scene was charming, and the Captain wished he had time to sketch it. Presently Mirelle woke—woke with a start and shiver. ’Orange!’ she said, ’you frighten me. Why do you look at me in that strange manner?’ ’I did not know that I was looking at you at all,’ answered Orange, and she turned away her face. ’I am cold,’ said Mirelle; ’we have our backs to the sun.’ ’You have been asleep, and have become chilled,’ said the Captain, sympathetically. ’Let me wrap my warm cloak about your shoulders; you must not catch cold. We are now half-way to Launceston.’ Then Genefer murmured, ’The Lord put a lying spirit in the mouth of the prophets, and they said unto Ahab, Go up unto Ramoth Gilead and take it; and he went up and fell there. I cannot see; my eyes are holden. The Lord hath not spoken unto me by word or sign or revelation, and I know not if I counselled right when I said, Return.’ Nothing of interest and worthy of record occurred during the rest of the journey. Mirelle was brighter, refreshed by her sleep, and she tried to enter into conversation with the Captain, but Orange remained obdurately mute. At the gate of Launceston Trecarrel descended and offered profuse thanks to Mirelle for the drive which had saved him the expense of coaching home. The evening had fallen and it was dusk; the chaise was driven rapidly into the gate of Dolbeare, and drew up on the terrace. The house was locked; no one now lived in it. Orange had taken the key with her to Plymouth; she handed it to Genefer, whilst the post-boy let down the steps, and she descended. Genefer went, with the key in her hand, towards the door, when suddenly she stopped, uttered a cry of terror, and fell back. ’What is the matter?’ asked Orange, impatiently. ’Do’y see un? Do’y see un? There he stands.’ ’Who? what? No one is there,’ answered Orange in a tone of irritation. ’You foolish woman, go on. ’I see an old man in red; he be there standing with his walking-stick waving it, and signing to us not to come in. He has his hand out, as though to thrust us back. He stands in the doorway.’ ’This is sheer crazy folly,’ exclaimed Orange. ’Here, give me the key!’ She snatched it from Genefer’s hand, and thrusting her aside went forward. Genefer turned her head and uttered another cry. Mirelle had fainted. ’She saw him too, I reckon—that man in a red coat, with the white hair and the gold-headed cane,’ said the old woman. ’O Lord, enlighten me! What be the meaning of all this, I cannot tell.’