He did not even dream of a white, mangled face lying on the jagged rocks.
In the morning he came down, dressed with his usual care, smiling and serene.
The breakfast threatened to go off as quietly and uneventfully as usual.
But suddenly the sound of many voices broke the monotony, and the captain, looking through the window, saw a small crowd approaching up the lane.
Presently, after the lapse of a few moments, the footman entered.
"You are wanted, sir," he said, addressing the captain.
"Very well," said the captain, airily. "I will come out."
After a few minutes, the captain re-entered.
His face was very grave, almost solemn.