Sir John led the way to one of the doors, stopped listening a few moments, and then knocked softly.
No answer, and he knocked again.
“Yes,” came in a quick musical voice; “who is there?”
“I, my dear,” said Sir John. “Don’t be alarmed. I thought I heard a cry come from your room. Are you quite well?”
“Oh, yes, thank you. I must have cried out in my sleep then. I’m afraid I do sometimes.”
“Thank you, my child. Sorry to have disturbed you. Good-night, my dear.”
“Good-night, Sir John.”
“Humph! Satisfied?” said the major gruffly.
“No, come along.”
Sir John tapped at another door, but the inmate of the room made no reply.