CHAPTER X.

MARGARET AGAIN A WANDERER. Heavily passed the days of Margaret Walsingham, having, as we know, that secret apprehension on her mind which the vision of the battle-field had cast, and waiting with sick anxiety for news from the war, which might explain to her what that vision might mean. Heavily pass the days, and October's brown era came sighing down to strip the trees. Lady Juliana was having her last ball at Hautville Park before her visitors should throng back to the city for the opening season, and for the seco…