"I thought," they heard her say, "that I would call for my father."
Then for the first time she looked at the men. She turned at the top of the step and looked down—the sun on her dress and face.
There was not a man among them who did not feel the look. At first a murmur arose and then an incoherent cry and then a shout, and they threw up their caps and shouted until they were hoarse.
In the midst of it she turned aside and went in with a smile on her lips.
In Haworth's room they found her father standing behind the door with a startled air.
"What are they shouting for?" he asked. "What is the matter now?"
"I think I am the matter," Miss Ffrench answered, "though I scarcely know why. Ah," giving him a quiet glance, "you are afraid!"