“If I had a second horse, or had time to borrow one, I would go with you, Hugh,” said Dr. Hardcastle, attending him from the house.
CHAPTER XXXVIII.
HUGH AND GARNET.
When friends do meet in sorrow’s hour
’Tis like a sun-glimpse through a shower,
A watery ray, an instant seen,
The darkly closing clouds between.
—Scott.
The full moon was shining broadly and brightly over the snow-clad hills and plains around Mount Calm, when Hugh Hutton rode up to the front entrance of the mansion in a full gallop. He threw himself from his horse, flung the reins to a servant in attendance, ran up the marble stairs, and, without stopping to ring, pushed at once into the house.
A large hanging-lamp lighted up the hall, and its rays fell upon the form of a majestic and beautiful girl, whose presence immediately arrested the impetuous hurry of the visitor. Pausing, he bowed with deference, saying:
“Miss Seabright?”