“Thomas! He has gone to the river Trench.”
“No, he has returned—I saw him pass the window not fifteen minutes since.”
“Then he will be in presently.”
His sister, however, could not wait. She proceeded to the stables, she searched in all directions. No Thomas—no horse—no saddle. She made inquiry of the domestics. No one had seen him. She then returned and told her mother what had happened.
“You must have fallen asleep and dreamed it,” said her mother.
“No, indeed! I was wide awake—I spoke to him, and he gave me no answer, but such a look!”
All the afternoon she felt an uneasiness she could not reason herself out of.
The next morning came a messenger from the river Trench with dismal tidings.
The bodies of the young man and his horse had been found drowned a short distance below the ford of the river.