“Ah, at last!” he cried,—“first quarter, second quarter, third quarter, fourth quarter. Now, then, I shall know what time it is.”
The clock struck, and he counted—nine.
Then he listened for more, opened his eyes, and stared in amazement at the light streaming through the shuttered windows, and leaped out of bed.
“Why,” he cried, “it’s breakfast-time! I must have been asleep after all.”
Then he stood looking back into yesterday, for the evening’s proceedings came to him with a flash.
“A Jacobite!” he said aloud; “and those heads upon the top of the gate!”