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Neil had not slept well at all, though, after Archie, he had the best
bed and the best room in the house, and, his fire burned all night and
was replenished by Anthony, early in the morning. He had been restless,
and nervous, and had lain awake for hours, watching the flickering
firelight on the wall, thinking of Bessie, and wondering if she would
not be frozen stiff before morning.
He had known nothing of the exchange of rooms, and when he heard
footsteps in the north chamber, which adjoined his, though it did not
communicate with it, he supposed it was Bessie, and was surprised that
she stepped so heavily, and moved the chairs with such a jerk.
At last, however, all was still; Bessie was asleep, no doubt, and did
not feel the cold or hear the wind as he heard it moaning through the
old yew trees, and screaming around the house, as if it were some
restless spirit trying to get in. Suddenly, however, there was a sound
which made Neil start, and listen, and raise himself on his elbow to
make sure he was not mistaken.


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