[CHAPTER XVIII]
Light
Ulyth walked from the study feeling that she had told far more than she wished.
"I've given Rona away," she said to herself. "Miss Bowes is thinking the very worst of her, I know. Oh dear! I wish she'd explain, and not keep up this dreadful silence. It's so unlike her. She's generally almost too ready to talk. If I could see her even for a few minutes I believe she would tell me. Perhaps Miss Teddington frightened her. Poor Rona! She must be so utterly miserable. Could I possibly get a word with her, I wonder?"
She talked the matter over with Lizzie.
"If I ask Miss Bowes, she'll probably say no," lamented Ulyth.
"Then I shouldn't ask," returned Lizzie. "We've not been definitely forbidden to see Rona."
"The door's locked."
"You've only to climb out of the linen-room window on to the roof of the veranda."
"Why, so I could. Oh, I must speak to her!"