“How is she?” he whispered.
The nurse came out and softly closed the door behind her before answering:
“She is sleeping quietly, and must not be disturbed on any account.”
“Thank you. That will do. I am going to sit in the next room. If I should be wanted, come to me there.”
“Yes, sir,” said the woman, returning noiselessly to the sick chamber, and closing the door behind her.
As Mr. Force turned away, his eyes fell upon the form of Rosemary Hedge moving silently as a spirit along the corridor.
He went to her and whispered:
“What is it, my dear?”
“Nothing. I am only going to our room to put on my hat. Uncle Grandiere is going to take me to see dear Roland,” replied the girl.
“Ah, that is right. God bless you, my dear!” said the squire, as Rosemary passed on to the large, double-bedded room in the same corridor which was occupied by the four girls.