"Oh, madam, you are a friend of the poor lady that was buried this afternoon?" he said, almost fearfully.
"Yes," she answered, with a quickened heart-beat.
"Then come with me, for God's sake. There is not a minute to lose. Don't be afraid. No harm shall come to you."
So impressed was Gertrude by the youth's strange eagerness that she followed him without a word across the green lawn, through the wide gate, and along the winding road.
"Not here!" she said, aghast, as he paused at the white gate of the Glenalvan burying ground.
"Yes, even here," he answered, solemnly; and the gate-latch clicked softly beneath his hand. "Follow me, lady. No harm shall happen you."
[CHAPTER XLIV.]
When Bertram Chesleigh came to full consciousness again he found himself lying on a couch in Mr. Leith's bedroom.
The curtains were drawn at the windows, but the light of the full day glimmered through, and he saw the grave-faced physician sitting beside him, while Richard Leith, from the bed opposite, regarded him with an intent expression. He struggled up feebly and pressed his hand to his brow.