“It is not so very late, Agatha.”

“I don’t say it is, but—”

“Well, what, girl?”

“My young mistress has passed a miserable time since you left.”

“And why, pray?”

“I cannot tell you any more than she has had a foreboding of evil—​a presentiment that something dreadful would happen to-night.”

“And you?”

“I have been much the same. But you are safe?”

“Yes, and your fears are groundless, you see.”

The girl flung herself into the arms of Lord Ethalwood and burst into tears.