"All right," said Tom, in the same whisper in which she spoke.
It could not be a robbery—Tom had changed his mind; there was an air of respectability about the servant that conflicted with that theory, and the discovery that the carriage was waiting to receive the party was also against it.
Tom was growing more interested in his adventure; and entering into the fuss and mystery of the plot.
"Come round, please, and show me where the carriage stands," said the woman, beckoning to Tom, who followed her round the corner.
She waited for him, and laid her hand on his elbow, giving him a little jog by way of caution.
"Hush—not a word above your breath, mind," she whispered; "I see that's it; well, it needn't come no nearer, mind."
"All right, ma'am."
"And there's the window," she added in a still more cautious whisper, and pointing with a nod and a frown at a window next the hall door, through the shutter of which a dim light was visible.
"Ha!" breathed Tom, looking wise, "and all safe there?"
"We're never sure; sometimes awake; sometimes not; sometimes quiet; sometimes quite wild-like; and the window pushed open, for hair! Hoffle he is!"