The buggy rolled up to the steps, and Dr. Grey sprang into it and drove swiftly down the avenue.
Salome crept softly back up stairs, but Miss Jane called out,—
“Who is there, in the hall? What is the matter?”
The girl opened the door, and put her head inside.
“Dr. Grey has been called to see a sick woman at ‘Solitude,’ and I have just locked the door after him.”
“Why could not Rachel do that, and save you from coming down stairs? What time of night is it?”
“About half-past two. Rachel is asleep. Good-night.”
“‘Solitude,’ did you say?”
“Yes, madam.”
“Well, if people will persist in burrowing in that unlucky den, they must take the consequences. Ulpian, poor fellow, will be completely worn out. Good-night, dear; don’t get up to breakfast, if you feel sleepy.”