And then she kissed Mary Grey, begged her to ring for anything she might require, and then she left the room.
And Mary Grey heard no more of the ghost. That cloud passed harmlessly over her head.
Chapter V.
A VISIT TO LYTTON LODGE.
Early the next morning Miss Cavendish's snug little pony-carriage, with a pretty pair of grays, stood before the front door waiting for Laura Lytton.
Old Jerome sat on the front seat to drive.
Taters, with his own horse and the now useless led horse, was in attendance.
Laura Lytton, dressed for her journey and with traveling-bag in hand, stood with Emma Cavendish in the hall waiting for Mrs. [Gray], to whom they had sent a message inviting her to come down and see the traveler off.
But presently the messenger returned with Miss Grey's love and good wishes, and requested that they would excuse her from coming down, as her cold was so severe that she did not dare to leave her room.