“Of course I will,” said Murray. “It would never do for mother to frighten the people in the ball-room.”
He ran off quickly. The mere thought of his mother had always the power to depress him, but his spirits were high to-night.
He soon found the postern door, and let himself in. The garden was not large; he quickly ran across it, and found the back door of the house. Here he knocked with his knuckles as Hester had desired him to do. His first knock was unanswered. He repeated it in some impatience. This time he was evidently heard. He saw through the fanlight overhead the light of a candle coming nearer and nearer. The next moment the door was cautiously opened, and a voice said, in muffled tones:
“Who is there?”
“It’s me, Murray Cameron,” said the child.
“Then you are just the person we want, Murray Cameron,” answered the voice.
A hand was cautiously put out, and the child was pulled into the house. The candle was immediately extinguished; a cloth was thrown over the little fellow’s face. He found himself lifted into somebody’s arms and carried—he did not know where.
CHAPTER XXVI.
A “PLANT.”
Until the daylight dawned in the far east the merry ball went on. Even with daylight the happy dancers were scarcely willing to give up such glorious fun; but the happiest times must come to an end, and at long length the sound of the last carriage wheels was heard to die away upon the gravel outside the old house. The guests who were staying in the house retired to their various rooms, and Nance, Lady Georgina, and Rowton found themselves for a moment alone together.
“I am dead tired, of course,” said Lady Georgina, “but I really may as well say frankly that I never had a better time in my life. The whole thing was so young and yet so old.”