“A singular infelicity,” he declared, “had befallen young Master Bligh, once the hopeful heir of his parents and of the lands of Botathen.  Whereas he had been from childhood a blithe and merry boy, ’the gladness,’ like Isaac of old, of his father’s age, he had suddenly of late become morose and silent—­nay, even austere and stern—­dwelling apart, always solemn, often in tears.  The lad had at first repulsed all questions as to the origin of this great change, but of late he had yielded to the importunate researches of his parents, and had disclosed the secret cause.  It appeared that he resorted, every day, by a pathway across the fields, to this very clergyman’s house, who had charge of his education, and grounded him in the studies suitable to his age.  In the course of his daily walk he had to pass a certain heath or down where the road wound along through tall blocks of granite with open spaces of grassy sward between.  There in a certain spot and always in one and the same place, the lad declared that he had encountered, every day, a woman with a pale and troubled face, clothed in a long loose garment of frieze, with one hand always stretched forth, and the other pressed against her side.  Her name, he said, was Dorothy Dinglet, for he had known her well from his childhood, and she often used to come to his parents’ house; but that which troubled him was, that she had now been dead three years, and he himself had been with the neighbours at her burial; so that, as the youth alleged, with great simplicity, since he had seen her body laid in the grave, this that he saw every day must needs be her soul or ghost.  ‘Questioned again and again,’ said the clergyman, ’he never contradicts himself; but he relates the same and the simple tale as a thing that cannot be gainsaid.  Indeed, the lad’s observance is keen and calm for a boy of his age.  The hair of the appearance, sayeth he, is not like anything alive, but it is so soft and light that it seemeth to melt away while you look; but her eyes are set, and never blink—­no, not when the sun shineth full upon her face.  She maketh no steps, but seemeth to swim along the top of the grass; and her hand, which is stretched out alway, seemeth to point at something far away, out of sight.  It is her continual coming; for she never faileth to meet him, and to pass on, that hath quenched his spirits; and although he never seeth her by night, yet cannot he get his natural rest.’

“Thus far the clergyman; whereupon the dinner clock did sound, and we went into the house.  After dinner, when young Master Bligh had withdrawn with his tutor, under excuse of their books, the parents did forthwith beset me as to my thoughts about their son.  Said I, warily, ’The case is strange, but by no means impossible.  It is one that I will study, and fear not to handle, if the lad will be free with me, and fulfil all that I desire.’  The mother was overjoyed, but I perceived that old Mr Bligh turned pale, and was downcast with some thought