Sybil was lying also wide awake, but very quiet.
"What sort of a place is this, Beatrix?" she inquired, and then immediately relapsed into lethargy, as if she had forgotten her question.
"Thank Heaven!" fervently exclaimed Sybil's friend, "she is still shielded."
"Which of you two ladies is in for it?" inquired the warden's daughter, coming forward.
"We are both 'in for it,'" answered Beatrix, a little scornfully, "and one of us is about as guilty as the other."
"Oh, I didn't know that," muttered the woman, who took the lady's words in good faith. "I didn't know there was more than one concerned; but what I meant to ask was, which is Mrs. Berners? Because there is a trunk come for her, which father thinks it contains clothes and other necessaries that she may need at once."
"Very likely. Let your father push it through the door, and I will see to its contents. And oh! for Heaven's sake, my good woman, let us have some breakfast as soon as possible," entreated Miss Pendleton.
The woman promised to comply with her request, and left the room.
The trunk was pushed in, and the door closed, locked, and bolted again.
Beatrix went to examine the consignment. There was a letter directed to Mrs. Berners, unsealed and tied to the handle, together with the key of the trunk.