"Well!" said Violet, with calm emphasis, "whatever the Waynfletes were, our ancestor was a beast, and I hope the Stauntons were more respectable." Florella sat quite still. She knew the sound that was called the gallopping of a horse, and had once or twice been taken in by it, as a child at Waynflete, and she felt as sure as if she had herself experienced it, that whatever the evil was, inward or outward, which had defeated this unhappy Guy Waynflete a hundred years ago, it was alive and at work still. And she knew, too, that she had ranged herself on the other side, and entered into definite conflict with it. The result of this visit was that a post-card from his sister summoned Cuthbert Staunton up to Moorhead on the day after Guy's interview with John Cooper. He was shown his old cousin's treasures, which she had entrusted to Kitty for the purpose, as soon as he arrived, and studied them with a grave face, and with a far deeper interest than his sisters guessed. "I think," he said, "that these things ought to be given back to the Waynfletes. I shall go and see this old lady, and see what her view is." "Oh yes," exclaimed Florella, suddenly, "Mr Staunton, I am sure they ought to have them." "In any case," said Cuthbert, "I will take them and let Waynflete see them. And I say, I think you had better drop joking about the ghost. It was a great tragedy, and they might not like it." "Well, but it's all nonsense, and dead and done for," said Violet. "It happened," said Cuthbert. He looked so serious, that Constancy's keen eyes noticed him with inquiry, and Florella, oh, how much she wondered what he knew. They all walked out together to see the departing purple of the autumn moor, now fading into russet, and as they went down the road, a boy trotted up on a pony, and put a telegram into Cuthbert's hand. "_From Guy Waynflete, Ingleby Station. My aunt has sent for me. I must go, excuse me. Make yourself comfortable. Will telegraph when to expect me back, but not to-day_." Cuthbert uttered a dismayed exclamation which frightened the girls, and obliged him to read the telegram aloud. "Why, how very polite, and how very extravagant to telegraph up here! You would have heard when you got back. He must have paid five shillings for it!" said Kitty. "He is rather punctilious," answered Cuthbert. "But I hope nothing is wrong. He is not well, and I am sorry he has had to go off in this way. He meant to go to-morrow." The words expressed Cuthbert's anxiety very inadequately; he fell silent, and Violet said-- "Well, he'll have a more comfortable journey than the old Guy, and there won't be quite so much depending on his getting there by a particular moment." "I told you to let all that subject drop, Vi," said Cuthbert, sharply. When the visitor was gone, Florella walked aside, and, in the late afternoon, she went away by herself over the withering heather to the rock where she had shown Guy the harebells.