“Hang it all. Jack, don’t rouse up all the house,” whispered the major. “There’s nothing the matter, or someone else would have heard it.”
Just at that moment the deep baying of a dog was heard from the yard, followed by a long, low howl.
“There is something the matter,” cried Sir John, “or the dog wouldn’t make that noise. Here, let’s wake Glynne, and let her go round and see who’s ill.”
“No, no, don’t do that, man,” cried the major.
But his brother was already at his child’s door, where he knocked sharply.
“Glynne, Glynne, my dear.”
A low smothered cry, coming as if from a distance, was the response, and the dog’s baying recommenced.