She said every now and then aloud, to reassure herself--'What a noise the wind makes to be sure!' and after a while she opened the window wider. But her candle flared, and the flame tossed wildly about, and the perplexed lady feared it might go out absolutely. So she shut down the window altogether; for she could not bear the ill-omened baying any longer. So it grew to be past two o'clock, and she was afraid that Barney would be very angry with her for sitting up, should he return. She went to bed, therefore, where she lay only more feverish--conjecturing, and painting frightful pictures, till she heard the crow of the early village cock, and the caw of the jackdaw wheeling close to the eaves as he took wing in the gray of the morning to show her that the business of a new day had commenced; and yet Barney had not returned. Not long after seven o'clock, Dr. Toole, with Juno, Caesar, Dido, and Sneak at his heels, paid his half-friendly, half-professional visit at the Mills. Poor little Mrs. Nutter was much better--quiet for her was everything, packed up, of course, with a little physic; and having comforted her, as well as he was able, he had a talk with Moggy in the hall, and all about Nutter's disappearance, and how Mrs. Macan saw him standing by the river's brink, and that was the last anyone near the house had seen of him; and a thought flashed upon Toole, and he was very near coming out with it, but checked himself, and only said-- 'What hat had he on?' So she told him. 'And was his name writ in it, or how was it marked?' 'Two big letters--a C and an N.' 'I see; and do you remember any other mark you'd know it by?' 'Well, yes; I stitched the lining only last month, with red silk, and that's how I remember the letters.' 'I know; and are you sure it was that hat he had on?' 'Certain sure--why, there's all the rest;' and she conned them over, as they hung on their pegs on the rack before them. 'Now, don't let the mistress be downhearted--keep her up, Moggy, do you mind. I told her the master was with Lord Castlemallard since yesterday evening, on business, and don't you say anything else; keep her quiet, do ye mind, and humour her.' And away went Toole, at a swift pace, to the town again, and entered the barrack, and asked to see the adjutant, and then to look at the hat the corporal had fished up by 'Bloody Bridge;' and, by Jupiter! his heart gave a couple of great bounces, and he felt himself grow pale--they were the identical capitals, C N, and the clumsy red silk stitching in the lining. Toole was off forthwith, and had a fellow dragging the river before three-quarters of an hour. Dr. Walsingham, returning from an early ride to Island Bridge, saw this artist at work, with his ropes and great hooks, at the other side of the river; and being a man of enquiring mind, and never having witnessed the process before, he cried out to him, after some moments lost in conjecture-- 'My good man, what are you fishing for?'