"You here! Oh, you promised, you promised!"
With a bound Mina's conscience awoke. She had heard what no ears save his had any right to hear. What if she were found? The conscience was not above asking that, but it was not below feeling an intolerable shame even without the discovery that it suggested as her punishment. Blushing red there in the dark, she slipped from the window-seat and groped her way to a chair. Here she flung herself down with a sob of excitement and emotion. He had promised. And the promise was broken in his coming.
Now she heard their steps on the path outside; they were walking toward the house. Telling herself that it was impossible for her to move now, for fear she should encounter them, she sank lower in her arm-chair.
"Well, where shall we go?" she heard Cecily ask in cold, stiff tones.
"To the Long Gallery," said Harry.
The next moment old Mason the butler was in the room again, this time in great excitement.
"There's someone in the garden with her Ladyship, ma'am," he cried. "I think—I think it's my Lord!"
"Who?" asked Mina, sitting up, feigning to be calm and sleepy.
"Mr Harry, I mean, ma'am."