the castle, but the happy
thought of his friend the cobbler, hammering and stitching in the town
below, was gone from Donal. True, the craftsman was a nobleman now, but
such he had always been!

Forgue mooned about, doing nothing, and recognizing no possible help
save in what was utter defeat. If he had had any faith in Donal, he
might have had help fit to make a man of him, which he would have found
something more than an earl. Donal would have taught him to look things
in the face, and call them by their own names. It would have been the
redemption of his being. To let things be as they truly are, and act
with truth in respect of them, is to be a man. But Forgue showed little
sign of manhood, present or to come.

He was much on horseback, now riding furiously over everything, as if
driven by the very fiend, now dawdling along with the reins on the neck
of his weary animal. Donal once met him thus in a narrow lane. The
moment Forgue saw him, he pulled up his horse's head, spurred him hard,
and came on as if he did not see him. Donal shoved himself into the
hedge, and escaped with a little mud.

CHAPTER L.

A SOUTH-EASTERLY WIND.

One morning, Donal in the schoolroom with Davie, a knock came to the
door, and lady Arctura entered.

"The wind is blowing from the south-east," she said.

"Listen then, my lady, whether you can hear anything," said Donal. "I
fancy it is a very precise wind that is wanted."

"I will listen," she answered, and went.

The day passed, and he heard nothing more. He was at work in his room
in the warm evening twilight, when Davie came running to his door, and
said Arkie was coming up after him. He rose and stood at the top of the
stair to receive her. She had heard the music, she said--very soft:
would he go on the roof?

"Where were you, my lady," asked Donal, "when you heard it? I have
heard nothing up here!"

"In my own little parlour," she replied. "It was very faint, but I
could not mistake it."

They went upon the roof. The wind was soft and low, an excellent thing
in winds. They knew the paths of the roof better now, and had plenty of
light, although the moon, rising large and round, gave them little of
hers yet, and were soon at the foot of the great chimney-stack, which
grew like a tree out of the house. There they sat down to wait and
hearken.

"I am almost sorry to have made this discovery!" said Donal.

"Why?" asked lady Arctura. "Should not the truth be found,