"Come here, some of you!" cried Harriet.
Mr. Haveloc instantly turned round, and rushed up the steps.
"At last!" he said, "I have been into the drawing-room half a dozen times, to see if you were not down."
"I have been there for ten minutes, I should think," said Harriet. "But I am afraid that pretty speech was not meant for me—perhaps, you took me for Mrs. Fitzpatrick?"
It did look as if he meant the speech for Margaret, since he took her hand and kept it.
"How did you sleep?" he asked Margaret.
"Very well, thank you, after all my fright," returned Harriet, "but it was a terrible storm, was it not Mr. Haveloc?"
"Ay—there was a storm last night," he said, as if just recollecting it.
"Did not you hear something of it then —you ought, I am sure; for I found you all among the broken glass."