"Of what? Of me?" Gabriel's sad eyes turned to her. "Oh no! How could I be afraid of you? But of the old Ockrams--they say they are just under our feet here in the north vault outside the chapel, all in their shrouds, with no coffins, as they used to bury them." "As they always will--as they will bury my father, and me. They say an Ockram will not lie in a coffin." "But it cannot be true--these are fairy tales--ghost stories!" Evelyn nestled nearer to her companion, grasping his hand more tightly, and the sun began to go down. "Of course. But there is the story of old Sir Vernon, who was beheaded for treason under James II. The family brought his body back from the scaffold in an iron coffin with heavy locks, and they put it in the north vault. But ever afterwards, whenever the vault was opened to bury another of the family, they found the coffin wide open, and the body standing upright against the wall, and the head rolled away in a corner, smiling at it." "As Uncle Hugh smiles?" Evelyn shivered. "Yes, I suppose so," answered Gabriel, thoughtfully. "Of course I never saw it, and the vault has not been opened for thirty years--none of us have died since then." "And if--if Uncle Hugh dies--shall you----" Evelyn stopped, and her beautiful thin face was quite white. "Yes. I shall see him laid there too--with his secret, whatever it is." Gabriel sighed and pressed the girl's little hand. "I do not like to think of it," she said unsteadily. "O Gabriel, what can the secret be? He said we had better not marry--not that he forbade it--but he said it so strangely, and he smiled--ugh!" Her small white teeth chattered with fear, and she looked over her shoulder while drawing still closer to Gabriel. "And, somehow, I felt it in my own face--" "So did I," answered Gabriel in a low, nervous voice. "Nurse Macdonald----" He stopped abruptly. "What? What did she say?" "Oh--nothing. She has told me things--they would frighten you, dear. Come, it is growing chilly." He rose, but Evelyn held his hand in both of hers, still sitting and looking up into his face. "But we shall be married, just the same--Gabriel! Say that we shall!" "Of course, darling--of course. But while my father is so very ill, it is impossible----" "O Gabriel, Gabriel, dear! I wish we were married now!" cried Evelyn in sudden distress. "I know that something will prevent it and keep us apart." "Nothing shall!" "Nothing?" "Nothing human," said Gabriel Ockram, as she drew him down to her.