CHAPTER XIX.
ELLEN'S FLIGHT.
After all the fatigues and adventures of the day before, Charles slept well—long pleasant dreams of roaming in sunny places on summer days fell to his happy lot—and so he was not pleased when he found himself shaken by the shoulder.
It was William come to wake him. Charles was at once alarmed to see him there, and started up, saying—
"Is anything the matter, Will? Is my father ill?"
"The Master's well, I trust, Master Charles. I want to tell you something that I want others to find out for themselves."
"What is it?" said Charles, seriously alarmed, for he had had his suspicions lately, though he had dreaded to give them a name.
"Ellen is gone!"
"My dear lad," said Charles, hurriedly, "what makes you think so? Since when have you missed her?"