It was at this moment that wheels sounded on the driveway below, caused her to lean idly out to see who was coming. A wagon stopped at the side entrance, and a man alighted. Uncle Jimpson's voice was heard asking a question, then came the other man's voice, in quick, incisive answer.
Miss Lady, sitting motionless, looking down, turned suddenly from the window. The color had left her face and her hand trembled visibly against the curtain.
“What's the matter?” cried Cropsie; “are you ill? Did you dance too long?”
“It's nothing, I'm all right. That is I will be—”
“Can't I get you some water, or an ice, or call Mrs. Sequin?”
“No, no, please! It's nothing. I'll slip off to the dressing-room until I feel better. I can go through here up the side stairs.”
“Wait, I'll go with you. You are as white as if you'd seen a ghost!”
But before he could join her she had disappeared into mysterious regions where he dared not follow.