"Now, my dear, you know all that I do!" Mrs. Merryweather concluded with a candid smile.
"Thank you so much!" said Margaret, laughing. "I am certainly enlightened."
At this moment Phil, who was sitting near the door, laid down his work, and held up a warning hand. "Hark!" he said. "What is that?"
"Only the wind!" said some one.
"Or the car rattling o'er the stony street!" said another.
"No!" said Phil. "I heard a voice, I am sure. Listen!"
All were silent. Outside the rain was pouring, the wind wailing in long sighing gusts; but—yes! mingling with the wind, a voice was certainly calling:
"Hallo! hallo, there! Merryweather!"
Gerald sprang to his feet, and struck his twin brother on the shoulder. "The Philistines are upon thee, Samson!" he cried. "I should know that voice in the shock of spears: it is Claud Belleville!"