Sibyl felt suddenly uplifted.
“I’ll see you through, missie,” he added as they came up to the wide front entrance.
A doctor’s carriage was standing there, and it was quite evident that one or two doctors were in the house.
“Oh,” said Sibyl with a gasp, “suppose we are betrayed!”
“No, we won’t be that,” said the farmer.
Sibyl pushed open the door, and then, standing in the hall, she rang a bell. A servant presently appeared.
Before Sibyl could find her voice Farmer Miles said, “Will you have the goodness to find Mrs. Haddo and tell her that I, Farmer Miles of the Stoke Farm, have come here accompanied by one o’ her young ladies, who has something o’ great importance to tell her at once?”
“Perhaps you will both come into Mrs. Haddo’s private sitting-room?” said the girl.
The farmer nodded assent, and he and Sibyl entered. When they were inside the room Sibyl uttered a faint sigh. The farmer took out his handkerchief and wiped his forehead.