And just then, a part of the roof of the pavilion fell in, so rapid

was the progress of the fire. A loud, vague, and horrible noise

accompanied the collapse, and a vast volume of flame went soaring

up to heaven. It must have been visible at that moment from twenty

miles out at sea, from the shore at Graden Wester, and far inland

from the peak of Graystiel, the most eastern summit of the Caulder

Hills. Bernard Huddlestone, although God knows what were his

obsequies, had a fine pyre at the moment of his death.