They re-formed, and were joined by a vast gathering of tenants, labourers, and others. The procession set off once more.
During all this time the stranger remained silent. He did not address a single word to Grey, nor Grey to him.
During all this time Grey was suffering the agony of the rack. He felt confident he was about to be attacked, but he did not know whence the attack would come, or what the nature of it might be. A successful attack of any kind upon him could have but one result—Destruction.
On the way back to the Castle the stranger seemed plunged in still deeper reverie; and beyond a few of the most ordinary common-places, not a word passed between Grey and him.
All throughout the stranger kept on the left-hand side of Grey.
All throughout Grey saw at his left shoulder the Nemesis of his fate, and over the right the pallid face of his murdered victim.
CHAPTER II.
THE READING OF THE WILL.
"Now, Maud darling, do try to bear up. Drink this wine to give you strength. Come, they are all waiting for us in the library. Drink this for my sake. Well, half; drink half of it for my sake, my dear, dear child. It was your father's direct order the will should be read and you should be present. Mr. Shaw tells me this is not usual, but must be done."