“It were her as were all for the building of they new cottages on the hill,” Sawyer said presently. “Mr. Fane, he told me so himself. His lordship wrote to him as it were ‘by the wish of his heir, Miss Lisle.’”
There was another pause, and in the silence they heard the distant clock upon the church strike six, followed immediately by the deep booming notes of the Castle clock above the stables.
Hugh involuntarily turned his head to hear from what the deep solemn sounds proceeded. As he turned old Banks caught his arm in a convulsive grip—“Look, sir!”
A hand had come to the window in the passage, dark and shrouded till that moment, and had left a light there.
A minute later, and the young doctor, of whose courage Dr. Lorry could not say enough, was hurrying back towards the village, crying like a child.
CHAPTER XXII
GIVEN BACK
Sydney seemed to herself to have a good many odd dreams during that time of illness.
Strange faces looked out of a great darkness, and pictures came and went like magic-lantern slides. But one thing always stayed, and that was fever.