“The slightest sound was audible, and as the boughs of chestnut trees swayed against the windows, and the birds warbled their even-song, each rustle and note echoed through the edifice.
“Emma slowly closed the creaking door, and, stealthily stealing forwards, discovered Clare, whose pale face and dark eyes were raised in deep meditation.
“A touch and gesture were all that passed, and Clare rose slowly and left the place with noiseless step.
“‘Not go to the grand military parade, child?’ asked the colonel, when Miss Clare had joined them. ‘You used to be amazingly fond of such things a few months ago. Come, Clare, Lady Emma has been waiting for you ever so long.’
“Lady Emma looked inquiringly into Clare’s face, as they walked side by side, and seemed grave and vexed.
“‘Well, then, cousin, as you are indisposed, the colonel, I know, will excuse you. I shall call about seven, and spend the evening with you.’
“Lady Emma and the colonel walked on in silence, until the latter remarked,
“‘She’s the only one left to me now. Sons and daughters have gone from home—some are in the clay, others are married. My whole life and soul are centred in her, Lady Emma, and it grieves me to see her looking so thoughtful of late. I wish she was as gay a romp as you.’
“Lady Emma did not speak, but seemed deep in thought until they reached the college parade-grounds, where numbers of gay visitors, broken up into small groups, gave variety and animation to the scene.
“Lady Bray was soon recognised by acquaintances, who laughed and chatted round the white-haired colonel as if they were all his children.