"Never mind about that, Moredock," said North quickly, and looking restlessly about the cottage interior. "I think we may feel satisfied he did not revive while he was in the mausoleum." "Not he. I thought he was never going to 'vive any more. So you mean to go there again?" "Yes, Moredock--yes," said North, with his eyes moving wildly round. "I must go on now. I have lost too much time as it is." "All right, doctor. If you say as we'll go, that's enough." "You feel convinced that no one has observed us?" "Yes, I'm convinced, as you call it, of that, doctor. I've kept the secret too well. And so you mean to go again?" "Go again, man! Yes. Did I not tell you so?" cried North, with an angry excitement in his voice. "Yes, to-night." "To-night, eh? Very well, doctor. I'll be there; but you'll take a drop o' that cordle with you. There won't be no need for me to watch the vestry to-night." North made an impatient gesture, and walked to the door as if to go, but turned sharply, and walked back to where the sexton was seated smoking. "What was it you said?" he asked, in an absent way. "What did I ask, doctor?" "Yes, yes, man," cried North impatiently, as he kept glancing towards the door. "Oh, 'bout that there cordle, doctor. I haven't been quite right since that night, and I thought a drop or two might do me good, and--" Moredock stopped in the middle of his sentence, and sat staring, for North had suddenly turned and walked straight out of the place. "Doctor's not got over his tumble that night," muttered the old man. "He's shook, that's what's the matter with him; and he haven't got his thinking tackle quite put right again. It's worried him, too, about that there gel. Well, she won't come to the vestry to-night, and there's no fear o' Squire Tom coming, for he won't be out o' bed, they say, for days. Miss won't want to go and sit there all by herself wi'out she thinks as the doctor would do now. A baggage!--that's what she is--a baggage! and looking all the time so smooth and good. Wonder what parson would say if he knowed of her goings on?" The old man sat musing and smoking for an hour, and then, by way of preparation for his night work, he let his head go down upon his chest, and sat sleeping in front of his fire for hours. As the evening wore on, Joe Chegg came sauntering by, and then returned, so as to get a casual glance in at the window. Then he had another, and satisfied at last that the old man was fast asleep, he stood watching him till he saw by the failing fire that the sleeper was about to awaken, when he drew back, and softly and thoughtfully went away.