"You and Dr. Harding had better follow us to the Manor."
Warren Courtly was taken back to his home, which he had left in the morning full of health and spirits, if not happiness. He little thought, when he mounted the fiery grey, how he was to return.
The news of the fatal accident soon spread, but it had not reached Anselm Manor, and there was consternation when they arrived.
Mrs. Dixon did all in her power for her mistress, and managed to calm and soothe her.
"It is dreadful!" moaned Irene.
She did not love Warren, but the shock of his death affected her terribly. It was so sudden, so unlooked for; and he was so young. She could hardly believe it. Dixon remained with her during the night, and towards early morning she sank into a troubled slumber.
"I cannot remain here," said Ulick, soon after their arrival. "It would not be right for me to do so. You will remain, father?"
"Yes; but you must go to Hazelwell," was the reply.
Warren was dead, and Irene knew nothing of his connection with Janet. He was glad of that; he had no hesitation in going to Hazelwell now.
"I will," he replied, and the Squire gave a sigh of relief.