"Good night," he said again. He turned abruptly and opening the door stepped out into the cab without daring to look back. CHAPTER VII _The Arsdales_ Miss Arsdale hurried upstairs to where in a rear room Marie, with a candle burning beside her, lay in bed done up like a mummy. "Par Di', Mam'selle Elaine," exclaimed the old housekeeper, her eyes growing brighter at sight of her. "I had a dream about a black horse. Is anything wrong with you?" "Nothing. And your poor lame knees, Marie--they are better?" "N'importe," she grunted, "but I do not like the feel of the night. Was M'sieur Ben down there with you?" "Yes." "You should be in bed by now. You must go at once." "I think I shall sleep in the little room off yours to-night." "Bien. Then if you need anything in the night, you can call me." Marie was scarcely able to turn herself in her bed, but, she still felt the responsibility of the house. "Very well, Marie. Good night." She kissed the old housekeeper upon the forehead and was going out when she heard the latter murmur as though to herself, "The black horse may mean Jacques." "Have you heard nothing from him in his new position?" she asked, turning at the door. "Non," she answered sharply. "Go to bed." So the girl went on into a darkness that she, too, found ridden by black horses. For three generations the Arsdales had been a family of whom those who