‘I’ll come!  I’ll come!  Say no more, Harriet!’ And they crossed over the green.

Wondering what they would do, the young shepherd left the hut, and doubled behind the belt of furze, intending to stand near the trilithon unperceived.  But, in crossing the few yards of open ground he was for a moment exposed to view.

‘Ah, I see him at last!’ said the Duchess.

‘See him!’ said the Duke.  ‘Where?’

’By the Devil’s Door; don’t you notice a figure there?  Ah, my poor lover-cousin, won’t you catch it now?’ And she laughed half-pityingly.  ’But what’s the matter?’ she asked, turning to her husband.

‘It is not he!’ said the Duke hoarsely.  ‘It can’t be he!’

‘No, it is not he.  It is too small for him.  It is a boy.’

‘Ah, I thought so!  Boy, come here.’

The youthful shepherd advanced with apprehension.

‘What are you doing here?’

‘Keeping sheep, your Grace.’

‘Ah, you know me!  Do you keep sheep here every night?’

‘Off and on, my Lord Duke.’

‘And what have you seen here to-night or last night?’ inquired the Duchess.  ‘Any person waiting or walking about?’

The boy was silent.

‘He has seen nothing,’ interrupted her husband, his eyes so forbiddingly fixed on the boy that they seemed to shine like points of fire.  ’Come, let us go.  The air is too keen to stand in long.’

When they were gone the boy retreated to the hut and sheep, less fearful now than at first—­familiarity with the situation having gradually overpowered his thoughts of the buried man.  But he was not to be left alone long.  When an interval had elapsed of about sufficient length for walking to and from Shakeforest Towers, there appeared from that direction the heavy form of the Duke.  He now came alone.

The nobleman, on his part, seemed to have eyes no less sharp than the boy’s, for he instantly recognized the latter among the ewes, and came straight towards him.

‘Are you the shepherd lad I spoke to a short time ago?’

‘I be, my Lord Duke.’

’Now listen to me.  Her Grace asked you what you had seen this last night or two up here, and you made no reply.  I now ask the same thing, and you need not be afraid to answer.  Have you seen anything strange these nights you have been watching here?’

’My Lord Duke, I be a poor heedless boy, and what I see I don’t bear in mind.’

‘I ask you again,’ said the Duke, coming nearer, ’have you seen anything strange these nights you have been watching here?’

’O, my Lord Duke!  I be but the under-shepherd boy, and my father he was but your humble Grace’s hedger, and my mother only the cinder-woman in the back-yard!  I fall asleep when left alone, and I see nothing at all!’

The Duke grasped the boy by the shoulder, and, directly impending over him, stared down into his face, ’Did you see anything strange done here last night, I say?’