The lady started at those clear, somewhat imperative tones, but the summons was evidently not intended for her; after that involuntary movement, she resumed her former attitude, leaning against the window-sill with her eyes fixed absently upon the changing sky.
In a moment the door of the library opened, and a gentleman advanced a step or two beyond the threshold, looking around as if in search of some one. When he saw the young lady standing there, he said, hastily:
"I thought Margaret was here."
She turned as if for the first time conscious of his presence.
"I beg your pardon; what did you wish?"
"I am looking for Miss Waring; I heard George bring up the horses several moments since."
"I believe she is in her room; shall I call her?"
"Pray do not trouble yourself, Miss Chase. I dare say she will be down immediately."
"Here I am now," said a voice from the stairs, and a young lady very pretty and petite entered the room dressed in a riding-habit. "I hope I have not kept you waiting, Mr. Laurence."
"I am only just ready," he replied, carelessly.