The hooded figure glided in and moved to the table, panting with the effects of the long run.
"Sit down—I will fetch some cordial."
Deborah sank into a chair, threw off hood and cape, and lifted a flushed face. When Miriam came to her with a cup of strong waters, she drank gratefully, and presently her expression softened to a smile.
"I'm here! I'm here! Think of it, Miriam!"
"And you'll leave my door again Lady Fairfield! Oh, Debby, Debby, is it right? Art sure I've done no wrong?"
"Oh, if there's any wrong, Miriam, 'tis mine." She was still for a moment, and then remarked: "Cousin Virginia was to marry him."
"I know. Madam told me long since."
"But he only asked for her two days ago—that is, madam and Vincent made him. And then—and then—"
"Then he told you," put in Miriam, glowing with romance.
"But where can he be? He was to come directly. He vowed he'd be here at once with George Rockwell. Oh, Miriam! If he shouldn't come!"