"Well, perhaps, but we shall see. And now for supper, and then to bed, for we must be stirring before the lark."
Mona was going out of the room with a heavy step, when the Deemster, who had seated himself at the table, raised his eyes. "Wait," he said; "when were you last out of the house?"
"Yesterday morning, sir. I was at the plowing match."
"Have you had any visitors since five last night?"
"Visitors—five—I do not understand—"
"That will do, child."
Jarvis Kerruish came into the room at this moment. He was the Deemster's sole companion at supper that night. And so ended that terrible Christmas Day.