o dreadfully
afraid of it all along, that I couldn't bear to look near a house in
which it was, nor approach any person even recovering out of it. Driver,
you may leave the girl at home. As for me, I shall not enter your chaise
again, contaminated, as it probably is, with that dreadful complaint,
that is carrying off half the country. Call to the Grange in the
morning, an' you shall be paid. Good-night, you prophetical old
impostor. I shall mark you for this piece of villany; you may rest
assured of that. A pretty trudge I shall have to the Grange, such a vile
and tempestuous night; but you shall suffer for it, I say again."

Donnel Dhu was not merely disappointed at finding Sarah in such a
situation; he was literally stupefied with amazement, and could scarcely
believe the circumstances to be real. It had been agreed between him and
Henderson, that should the latter succeed in fetching Mave Sullivan as
far as the Grey Stone, he (the Prophet) should be considered to have
fulfilled the conditions of the compact entered into between them, and
the wages of his iniquity were to have been paid to him on that spot. It
is unnecessary to say, therefore, that his disappointment and indignation
were fully equal to those of Henderson himself.

"Where am I to go now?" asked the driver.

"To hell!" replied the Prophet, "an you may bring your fare with you."

"You must take the reins yourself, then," replied the man, "for I don't
know the way."

"Drive across the river, here then," continued the other, "and up the
little road to the cottage on the right; yes, to the right--till we get
that--that--I can't find words to name her--in the house."

A few minutes brought them to the door, and poor Sarah found herself
once more in her own cabin, but in such a state as neutralized most of
her father's resentment. When the driver had gone, Donnel came in again,
and was about to wreak upon her one of those fits of impetuous fury,
in which, it was true, he seldom indulged, but which, when wrought to a
high state of passion, were indeed frightful.

"Now," he began, "in the name of all that's"--he paused, however, for
on looking closely at her, there appeared something in her aspect so
utterly subversive of resentment, that he felt himself disarmed at once.
Her face was as pale as his own, but the expression of it was so chaste,
so mournful, and yet so beautiful, that his tongue refused its office.

"Sarah," said he, "what is the matter w