She raised herself and drank it at his request, and then staring wildly at him, repeated her questions:
"Oh, what was it? Who was here just now? Or was it—or was it—was it—delusion?"
"For Heaven's sake, Cora, calm yourself. It was Regulas Rothsay who stood here a moment ago."
"Rule himself, and no delusion! But, oh! I knew it! I knew it all the time!" she exclaimed, still trembling violently.
"My darling Cora, try—"
"Where did he go? Where?" she cried, staggering to her feet and clinging to her uncle. "Where? Oh, take me to him!"
"Do you see that log cabin on the plateau above us, Cora, to the right?" he said, pointing in the direction of which he spoke.
Her eyes followed his index, and she saw a cottage of rough-hewn logs standing against the rocky steep at the back of the broad ledge above them.
"What do you mean? Is he up there? Is he up there?" she breathlessly demanded.
"Yes; he is in that hut. I saw him climb the rocks and enter it, and close the door. But, for Heaven's sake! compose yourself, my dear. You are shaking as with an ague, and your hands are cold as ice," said Clarence.