Three or four minutes passed, then Adrian opened his door, hurried down to Christobel's room and knocked--once--twice--no answer; she was asleep; he went in.
"Is that you, Keziah?" murmured Crow--sleepily: "is it five?"
"I say, Crow," said Adrian in an energizing whisper, "wake up for any sake. I've seen about the rummest thing you ever heard of."
"Oh," Christobel answered thickly, "what a pity."
"Pity! How do you mean?"
"Because I want to go to sleep--it's rather early, isn't it?"
"It's soon after four; but look here, Crow, this isn't a false alarm--or a mare's nest--it's simply the most amazing eye-opener."
"Oh, is it?" Christobel roused herself to look at her excited brother; from long experience she felt sure that he would not be quiet till he had got the news "off his chest". She raised herself a little on the pillow and tried to be interested. "Go on," she said; "what is it?"
"Well, what do you say to Pam and Hughie walking up the drive to the front gate."
"Oh, Addie--what rot! Four in the morning!"