"Come, Miss Jennie, dear, you'll be happy yet. Will ye come with me to Wardlock?"
"That I will, Donnie," she answered, with a sad alacrity, like a child's.
"I'll be going, then, in half an hour, and you'll come with me."
Lady Jane's tired wild eyes glanced on the gleam of light in the half-open shutter with the wavering despair of a captive.
"I wish we were there. I wish we were—you and I, Donnie—just you and I."
"Well, then, what's to hinder? My missus sends her love by me, to ask you to go there, till things be smooth again 'twixt you and your old man, which it won't be long, Miss Jennie, dear."
"I'll go," said Lady Jane, gliding out of her bed toward the toilet, fluttering along in her bare feet and night-dress. "Donnie, I'll go."
"That water's cold, miss; shall I fetch hot?"
"Don't mind—no; very nice. Oh, Donnie, Donnie, Donnie! my heart, my heart! what is it?"
"Nothink, my dear—nothink, darlin'."