He did remain silent, but the expression of his face was so changed, so softened, that Flora wondered why she had ever thought it stern.
The storm appeared to be abating; the rain had almost ceased, but there were still occasional flashes of lightning, and the thunder murmured in the distance; it was evident that the weather was not settled. Mary came up to say that they were to go at once, as the carriages were ready and it was thought better to make no delay, for heavy rain would probably come on again.
Mr. Earnscliffe awoke from his fit of abstraction and said—
"Quite right, the sooner we start the better; but first come out and look at the cascade; all is so bright and fresh. It is very delightful after the oppressive sultriness which preceded the storm. We can cross over and go down by the opposite flight of steps."
The girls followed him and stood for a moment looking at the waters falling into the basin underneath. As they were turning away Flora's foot slipped upon the wet moss, and she would have fallen had she not caught hold of Mary's arm, who exclaimed—
"I hope you are not hurt, Flora!"
"What is it?" asked Mr. Earnscliffe, turning back quickly.
"I slipped," replied Flora, "and my ankle pains me slightly. I dare say it will be over in a moment."
"Not a sprain, I hope, Miss Adair," he said, looking anxiously at her; "if so, how shall I forgive myself for being the cause of it? I see you are in pain; pray take my arm, it will give you more support than Miss Elton's."