They glided out of the room, and left the dreamer to his dreams.
“Do you think,” said Donal, “I ought to tell Simmons?”
“It would be better. Do you know where to find him?”
“I do not.”
“I will show you a bell that rings in his room. He will think his lordship has rung it.”
They went and rang the bell. In a minute or two they heard the steps of the faithful servant seeking his master, and bade each other good-night.
CHAPTER XL.
A RELIGION-LESSON.
In the morning Donal learned from Simmons that his master was very ill—could not raise his head.
“The way he do moan and cry!” said Simmons. “You would think sure he was either out of his mind, or had something heavy upon it! All the years I known him, he been like that every now an’ then, and back to his old self again, little the worse! Only the fits do come oftener.”
Towards the close of school, as Donal was beginning to give his lesson in religion, lady Arctura entered, and sat down beside Davie.