“That same. From the first minute I saw him in the castle, I should have hated him, but for his causing you for to put off the journey to England. I never could abide him; but that blinded me, or I am sure I would have found him out long ago.” “And what have you found out concerning him?” “That he is (speaking very low) a _united-man_, and stirring up the _rubbles_ again here; and they have their meetings at night in the great cave, where the smugglers used to hide formerly, under the big rock, opposite the old abbey--and there’s a way up into the abbey, that you used to be so fond of walking to, dear.” “Good Heavens! can this be true?” “True it is, and too true, dear.” “But how did you find all this out, Ellinor?” “It was none of I found it, nor ever could any such things have come into my head--but it pleased God to make the discovery of all by one of the _childer_--my own grandson--the boy you gave the gun to, long and long ago, to shoot them rabbits. He was after a hare yesterday, and it took him a chase over that mountain, and down it went and took shelter in the cave, and in went the boy after it, and as he was groping about, he lights on an old great coat; and he brought it home with him, and was showing it, as I was boiling the potatoes for their dinner yesterday, to his father forenent me; and turning the pockets inside out, what should come up but the broken head of a pipe; then he _sarches_ in the other pocket, and finds a paper written all over--I could not read it--thank God, I never could read none of them wicked things, nor could the boy--by very great luck he could not, being no scholar, or it would be all over the country before this.” “Well, well! but what was in the paper after all? Did any body read it?”