they should get out and walk down the hill.
Mrs. Lawley consented; the coach stopped, everyone got down from it,
and Mr. Lawley walked first, followed closely by his servant William;
whilst Mrs. Lawley came on afterwards, leaning on the arm of her
favourite little maid Barbara. The poor parents, when their grief
pressed most heavily on them, were easier with other people than with
each other.

"'Oh, Barbara!' said Mrs. Lawley, when the others were gone forward;
'when I remember the pretty ways of my boy, and think of his lovely
face and gentle temper, and of the way in which I lost him, my heart is
ready to break; and I often remember, with shame and sorrow, the pride
in which I indulged, before it pleased God to bring this dreadful
affliction upon me.'

"The little maid who walked by her wept too; but she said:

"'Oh, dear mistress! if God would give us but the grace to trust in
Him, our grief would soon be at an end. I wish we could trust in Him,
for He can and will do everything for us to make us happy.'

"'Ah, Barbara!' said the lady; and she could add no more--she went on
in silence.

"Mr. Lawley walked on before with the servant. He, too, was thinking of
his boy, and his eye ranged over the wild scene on the right hand of
the road. He saw a raven rise from the wood--he heard its croaking
noise--it was perhaps the same black bird that had frightened Edwy.

"William remarked to his master that there was a sound of falling
water, and said there were sure to be brooks running in the valley. Mr.
Lawley was, however, too sad to talk to his servant; he could only say,
'I don't doubt it,' and then they both walked on in silence.

"They came to the bottom of the valley even before the carriage got
there. They found that the brook came out upon the road in that place,
and that the road was carried over it by a little stone bridge.

"Mr. Lawley stopped upon the bridge; he leaned on the low wall, and
looked upon the dark mouth of the glen. William stood a little behind
him.

"William was young; his hearing and all his senses were very quick. As
he stood there, he thought he heard a voice; but the rattling of the
coach-wheels over the stony road prevented his hearing it distinctly.
He heard the cry again; but the coach was coming nearer, and making it
still more difficult for him to catch the sound.

"His master was surprised to see him vault over the low parapet of the
bridge the next moment, and run up the narro