"Oh no, miss; Miss Ellice is in the garden, and has not breakfasted yet. You're all right," he answered, a little patronisingly.
Margaret heard the words with a great sense of relief.
The dining-room looked delightful in the morning light; the casement windows were thrown wide open, and roses peeped a welcome into the room.
Miss Woodford noticed the table was laid for two only, and wondered.
Presently the door opened, and James appeared.
"Will you like breakfast now, miss?" he inquired.
"Oh—yes—but what about Mrs. Medhurst?" she inquired.
"She always takes hers upstairs, and the master has it with her when she's had a bad night," he answered.
"I am sorry she is not so well?" she replied.
The interrogative tone of her voice brought no response from the man-servant who waited.