Lady Rachel saw the boys and Janet looking at each other with smiles, and this turned her attention to the child in the window, who was nodding her little curly head very energetically to somebody outside.
“Come down, Flora,” said her aunt.
But Flora was too busy, nodding, to hear that she was spoken to.
“Flora, come down. Why are you nodding in that way?”
“Lady nods,” said Flora.
Lady Rachel rose deliberately from her seat, and approached the window, turning pale as she went. After a single glance in the court-yard, she sank on a chair, and desired her nephew Orme to ring the bell twice. Orme who saw that something was the matter, rang so vigorously as to bring the butler in immediately.
“John, you see?” said the pale lips of Lady Rachel, while she pointed, with a trembling finger, to the court-yard.
“Yes, my lady; the doors are fastened.”
“And Lord Carse not home yet?”
“No, my lady. I think perhaps he is somewhere near, and cannot get home.”