They saw Hinchley pass down a neighboring path in full view of the spot where they stood, although he was unconscious of their presence. Laurence muttered bitter execrations against the intruder; and while Sybil was soothing him, they saw the new housekeeper go cautiously down the path and join Hinchley. She gave him a note and stole away again.
"I understand now," whispered Laurence. "She is made a medium of communication between that man and Margaret. She shall tell me the truth, or I will annihilate her."
He drew Sybil forward and stood directly in the path as Mrs. Brown approached. When she saw them, the woman started back with every evidence of fear and confusion; but Laurence grasped her roughly by the arm.
"You gave that man a note from Miss Margaret," he said.
The woman began to cry at once.
"Oh, sir, don't make me lose my place! I couldn't refuse the young lady! Do speak a word for me, Miss Chase. I mean to be faithful. I didn't mean any harm."
"And you have carried notes between them before?" demanded Laurence.
"I didn't know it was wrong—indeed I didn't. Tell him I am an honest woman, Miss Chase."
"Go into the house, Brown," said the lady, coldly. "I am disappointed in you."