g to
come down and call me; and this is how you have done it.'

'You said I could go to sleep for a hollerday, and I did.'

'Don't you speak to your betters like that, young man, or you'll come to
the gallows-tree! You didn't sleep all the time, or you wouldn't have
been peeping out of that there hole! Now you can go home, and be up here
again by breakfast-time. I be an old man, and there's old men that
deserve well of the world; but no I--must rest how I can!'

The elder shepherd then lay down inside the hut, and the boy went down
the hill to the hamlet where he dwelt.

SECOND NIGHT

When the next night drew on the actions of the boy were almost enough to
show that he was thinking of the meeting he had witnessed, and of the
promise wrung from the lady that she would come there again. As far as
the sheep-tending arrangements were concerned, to-night was but a
repetition of the foregoing one. Between ten and eleven o'clock the old
shepherd withdrew as usual for what sleep at home he might chance to get
without interruption, making up the other necessary hours of rest at some
time during the day; the boy was left alone.

The frost was the same as on the night before, except perhaps that it was
a little more severe. The moon shone as usual, except that it was three-
quarters of an hour later in its course; and the boy's condition was much
the same, except that he felt no sleepiness whatever. He felt, too,
rather afraid; but upon the whole he preferred witnessing an assignation
of strangers to running the risk of being discovered absent by the old
shepherd.

It was before the distant clock of Shakeforest Towers had struck eleven
that he observed the opening of the second act of this midnight drama. It
consisted in the appearance of neither lover nor Duchess, but of the
third figure--the stout man, booted and spurred--who came up from the
easterly direction in which he had retreated the night before. He walked
once round the trilithon, and next advanced towards the clump concealing
the hut, the moonlight shining full upon his face and revealing him to be
the Duke. Fear seized upon the shepherd-boy: the Duke was Jove himself
to the rural population, whom to offend was starvation, homelessness, and
death, and whom to look at was to be mentally scathed and dumbfoundered.
He closed the stove, so that not a spark of light appeared, and hastily
buried himself in the straw that lay in a corner.

The Duke ca