CHAPTER LXV.
the serpent's smile.
here came on a sudden a great quiet over Dorracleugh—the quiet of death.
There was no longer any doubt, all the country round, as to the fact that the old baronet was dead. Richard Marston had placed at all the gates notices to the effect that the funeral would not take place for a week, at soonest—that no day had yet been fixed for it, and that early notice should be given.
The slight fuss that had prevailed within doors, for the greater part of a day, had now quite subsided—and, quiet as it always was, Dorracleugh was now more silent and stirless than ever.
I could venture now to extend my walks anywhere about the place, without the risk of meeting any stranger.