indows until the
servant had secured the coupe, and conveyed all the light luggage into
it.

Then he left the cab, and passed at once into the coupe, leaving his
servant to pay and discharge the cab, and to follow him on the train.

James Kerr, after performing these duties, went to the door of his
master's little compartment to ask if he had any further orders, before
going to take his place in the second-class carriages.

"No, Kerr, but come in here with me. I want you at hand during the
journey," replied the duke, who, much as he confided in the young man's
devotion and loyalty, could not quite trust his discretion, and therefore
desired to keep him from talking.

The valet bowed and entered the coupe, taking the seat that his master
pointed out.

The train moved slowly out of the station, but gaining speed as it left
the town, soon began to fly swiftly on its northern course.

The October sun was setting as the train flew along the margin
of the "New River," as Sir Hugh Myddellen's celebrated piece of
water-engineering is called.

The October evening was chill, and the swift flight of the train drawing
a strong draught that could not be kept out, increased the chilliness.

The duke leaned back in his seat and closed his eyes.

The valet attentively tucked the railway rug around his master's knees.

The sun had set. The long twilight of northern latitudes came on.

At the first station where the express stopped, the guard opened the door
and offered to light the lamps, but the duke forbade him, saying that he
preferred the darkness.

The guard closed the door and retired, and the train started again, and
flew on northward through the deepening night.

It stopped only at the largest towns and cities on its route--at
Peterboro', at York, at Newcastle, and Edinboro'.

It was sunrise when the train reached Lone, the only small station at
which it stopped on the route.

The guard opened the door of the coupe, and the young duke got out,
attended by his valet.

The train stopped but one minute, and then shot out of the station and
flew on toward Aberdeen.

The distance between the railway station and the "Hereward Arms," was
very short, so the duke preferred to walk it, followed by his valet and
a railway porter carrying his light luggage.

The sun had risen indeed, although it was nowhere visible.

A Scotch mist had risen from the lake, and settled over the mountains,
vailing all the grand features