"That's why we came," said Rosie; "and then there's Uncle Blair, you know, you haven't seen him yet."
"No," said Adrienne. "And the others," she continued after a little pause, "where are they? Are they in the dining-room?"
"Oh, Bobbo's in bed, I think," replied Rosie, "but he'll be down in a minute or two; and Winnie's—out," she added, letting her voice drop mysteriously at the last word.
"Then she did go?" asked Murtagh, eagerly.
"Yes, quite early, while it was dark, about three o'clock, I think; the stable clock struck, but I was so sleepy I couldn't count."
"Is it a secret?" asked Adrienne.
"Well, it's not exactly—at least it's a sort of a secret," replied Rose, doubtfully.
"I think you might know," she continued. "She's gone to the Liss of Voura to see if she can see the—Fairies." The last word came out with a vivid blush.
"They say they dance there every morning when the sun rises. But I daresay it's not true," she added.
"Why shouldn't it be true, I should like to know?" asked Murtagh. But they had reached the dining-room, and Rosie gladly avoided the necessity for answering by throwing open the door and ushering Adrienne into the presence of Mr. Blair.