then turned abruptly, and hurried from the room by the door leading to
the kitchen.

"By my faith," said the servant, "I am glad he is gone. The poor chap is
turning crazy, as sure as I am a living man. I'll not have him prowling
about here anymore, however; that I am resolved on."

In pursuance of this determination, by no means an imprudent one, as it
seemed, he fastened the door communicating with the lower apartments upon
the inside. He had hardly done this, when he heard a step traversing the
stable-yard, which lay under the window of his apartment. He looked out,
and saw Merton walking hurriedly across, and into a stable at the
farther end.

Feeling no very particular curiosity about his movements, the man hurried
back to his bed. Merton's eccentric conduct of late had become so
generally remarked and discussed among the servants, that Sir Wynston's
man was by no means surprised at the oddity of the visit he had just had;
nor, after the first few moments of doubt, before the appearance of blood
had been accounted for, had he entertained any suspicions whatever
connected with the man's unexpected presence in the room. Merton was in
the habit of coming up every night to take down Sir Wynston's boots,
whenever the baronet had ridden in the course of the day; and this
attention had been civilly undertaken as a proof of good-will toward the
valet, whose duty this somewhat soiling and ungentlemanlike process would
otherwise have been. So far, the nature of the visit was explained; and
the remembrance of the friendly feeling and good offices which had been
mutually interchanged, as well as of the inoffensive habits for which
Merton had earned a character for himself, speedily calmed the
uneasiness, for a moment amounting to actual alarm, with which the